“Is she not?” said Lady Bell, absently. “She is more than superior, she is interesting. She has a history.”
Stephen, standing by, folding and unfolding his opera hat, smiled.
“Very interesting; but take care, Lady Bell; I am always suspicious of interesting people with a history.”
As he spoke, a pale, dark face looked down upon him from the upper landing for a moment, then disappeared.
“You will come with us, Stephen?” said Mrs. Davenant, nervously.
“No, thanks. I should like the walk. Good-night,” and he kissed her dutifully, and shook hands with Jack and Lady Bell.
“Going to walk?” cried Mrs. Davenant. “It is very chilly, and you’ve only that thin overcoat.”
“I’ve a scarf somewhere—where is it?” said Stephen.
Una stooped, and picked up a white scarf.
“Here it is,” she said, laughing, and all innocently she threw it round his neck.