Then Lucille looked across at them—and Mr. Sabin suddenly remembered that Reginald Brott knew them both only as strangers.
“Muriel,” she said, “you are behaving disgracefully.”
“I am doing my best,” Lady Carey answered, “to keep you in countenance.”
The eyes of the two women met for a moment, and though the smiles lingered still upon their faces Lady Carey at any rate was not able to wholly conceal her hatred. Lucille shrugged her shoulders.
“I am doing my best,” she said, “to convert Mr. Brott.”
“To what?” Lady Carey asked.
“To a sane point of view concerning the holiness of the aristocracy,” Lucille answered. “I am afraid though that I have made very little impression. In his heart I believe Mr. Brott would like to see us all working for our living, school-teachers and dressmakers, and that sort of thing, you know.”
Mr. Brott protested.
“I am not even,” he declared, “moderately advanced in my views as regards matters of your sex. To tell you the truth, I do not like women to work at all outside their homes.”
Lady Carey laughed.