'You don't want to kill her?' she smiled. 'That would be too gentle? Oh, I'm only joking, of course.' This excuse was a frequent accompaniment of her most pointed suggestions.
'She'll have a pretty dull time with Mervyn,' he said with a laugh.
'I suppose that idea always does console the other men? In this case quite properly, I agree. She will, Beaufort; you may depend on that.' Her thoughts had gone back to that Sunday at Barslett.
Glentorly came up the stairs. She greeted him without rising; his bow to Beaufort Chance was almost invisible; he went straight across to Trix and Mervyn. Lady Blixworth cast an amused glance at her companion's lowering face.
'Why don't you go and congratulate her?' she asked. 'I don't believe you ever have!'
'I suppose I ought to,' he said, meeting her malicious look with a deliberate smile.
A glint of aroused interest came into her eyes. Would he have the courage?
'Well, you can hardly interrupt her while she's with Mortimer and George Glentorly.'
'Can't I?' he asked with a laugh. 'Sit here and you shall see.'