It had been a very difficult winter, but Lady Susan had the satisfaction of
knowing that she and the rector between them had triumphantly routed Ann's
detractors, and although it was well-nigh impossible to utterly stamp out
of a country district such as Silverquay the hydra-headed monster called
scandal, they had certainly succeeded in drawing his fangs. But if Lady
Susan had been successful in her campaign against the tittle-tattle of
the neighbourhood, she had been powerless to restore that sheer joy and
happiness in living which had been so peculiarly Ann's gift until the day
when Eliot Coventry went out of her life, taking from her, as he went,
everything except the courage to endure.
Lady Susan had never forgiven Brett for his share in the work of destroying
Ann's happiness, and she chafed bitterly against her own inability to help
matters. It was only through the merest accident that she had at last seen
the possibility of being of service. She had been up in town a few days
prior to the date fixed for the dance and had encountered Tony shopping in
the Army and Navy Stores. He happened to mention that he had run across
Coventry at Mentone, and a chance remark elicited the fact that he had
regaled him with the history of the Dents de Loup adventure.
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