"There'll be something worse than that, I'm afraid," said Miss Green.
Count Costi suggested to Lady Florence that there would certainly be a duel. "We never fight here in England, Count."
"Ah! dat is bad. A gentleman come and make himself vera disagreeable. If he most fight perhaps he would hold his tong. I tink we do things better in Paris and Vienna." Lord Giblet volunteered his opinion to Madame Gigi that it was very disgraceful. Madame Gigi simply shrugged her shoulders, and opened her eyes. She was able to congratulate herself on being able to manage her own husband better than that.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
REBELLION.
Lady George never forgot that slow journey home in the cab,—for in truth it was very slow. It seemed to her that she would never reach her own house. "Mary," he said, as soon as they were seated, "you have made me a miserable man." The cab rumbled and
growled frightfully, and he felt himself unable to attack her with dignity while they were progressing. "But I will postpone what I have to say till we have reached home."
"I have done nothing wrong," said Mary, very stoutly.
"You had better say nothing more till we are at home." After that not a word more was said, but the journey was very long.