'For heaven's sake don't treat me with ceremony, my dear Edith,' said
Madame Frabelle.
She made a little sign, as much as to say that she would look after Bruce. But she was not very successful in expressing anything by a look or a gesture. Edith had no idea what she meant. However, she nodded in return, as if she fully comprehended, and then ran up to her room, put on her hat, and, too impatient to wait while the servant called a cab, walked as quickly as possible until she met one near the top of Sloane Street. It was already very dark.
'Twenty-seven Jermyn Street,' said Edith as she jumped in.
* * * * *
Ten minutes later she was sitting next to Aylmer.
'Only for a second; I felt I must see you.'
'Fool! Angel!' said Aylmer, beaming, and kissing her hand.
'Bruce is too irritating for words today. And Madame Frabelle makes me sick. I can't stand her. At least today.'
'Oh, Edith, don't tell me you're jealous of the woman! I won't stand it!
I shan't play.'
'Good heavens, no! Not in the least. But her society's so tedious at times. She has such a pompous way of discovering the obvious.'