“Thank you for my luncheon,” she said. “When shall we see you again?”
“In a few days,” he answered, standing bareheaded upon the pavement. “I shall call directly I return.”
Lady Ruth nodded and leaned back. Wingrave smiled faintly as he turned away. He had seen the little shudder which she had done her best to hide!
Lady Ruth found her husband at home, writing letters in his study. She sank wearily into a chair by his side.
“Been lunching out?” he inquired.
She nodded.
“At Prince’s, with Wingrave.”
He made no remark, but he seemed far from displeased.
“If I’d only had the pluck,” he remarked a little disconsolately, “I might have made thousands by following his advice this week. It was you who put me off, too!”
“It turned out all right?” she asked.