"I am afraid it does. The bone and the hank of hair stuff is
played out. The dairy-maid style is coming in. Plump little
Fanny Torrington had a great success to-night, in one of those
simple white dresses, you know, which look like a sack with a
hole cut in the top. What are you doing here by yourself?"
"I have an engagement in a few minutes," he explained. "My car
is waiting now. I looked in at the club to dine, found my
favourite table taken and nearly every man I ever disliked
sidling up to tell me that he hears I am giving a wonderful party
on Thursday. I decided not to dine there, after all, and Charles
found me a corner here. I am going in five minutes."
"Where to?" she asked. "Can't I come with you?"
"I fear not," he answered. "I am going down in the East End."
"Adventuring?"
"More or less," he admitted.
Lady Cynthia became beautiful. She was always beautiful when she
was not tired.
"Take me with you, please," she begged.
He shook his head.
"Not to be done!"
"Don't shake your head like that," she enjoined, with a little
grimace. "People will think I am trying to borrow money from you
and that you are refusing me! Just take me with you some of the
way. I shall scream if I go back into that dancing-room again."
Sir Timothy glanced at the clock.
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