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Most of her
sex envied her,--but Mrs. Rush-Marvelle, who was past the prime of life,
and, who, moreover, gained her social successes through intelligence and
tact alone, was far too sensible to grudge any woman her beauty. On the
contrary, she was a frank admirer of handsome persons, and she surveyed
Lady Winsleigh now through her glasses with a smile of bland approval.
"You are looking very well, Clara," she said. "Let me see--you went to
Kissingen in the summer, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," laughed her ladyship. "It was delicious! I suppose
you know Lennie came after me there! Wasn't it ridiculous!"
Mrs. Marvelle coughed dubiously. "Didn't Winsleigh put in an appearance
at all?" she asked.
Lady Clara's brow clouded. "Oh yes! For a couple of weeks or so. Ernest
came with him, of course, and they rambled about together all the time.
The boy enjoyed it."
"I remember now," said Mrs. Marvelle. "But I've not seen anything of you
since you came back, Clara, except once in the park and once at the
theatre.


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