“A most lively personage is Miss Fane,” whispered St. Anthony to his neighbour, Miss Fitzloom, “great style!”
“Most amusing, delightful girl, great style! rather a display today, I think.”
“Oh, decidedly! and devilish personal too; some people wouldn’t like it. I have no doubt she will say something about you next.”
“Oh, I shall be very surprised, indeed, if she does! It may be very well to you, but Miss Fane must be aware—”
Before this pompous sentence could be finished an incident occurred which prevented Miss Fane from proceeding with her allotment of characters, and rendered unnecessary the threatened indignation of Miss Fitzloom.
Miss Fane, as we mentioned, suddenly ceased speaking; the eyes of all were turned in the direction in which she was gazing as if she had seen a ghost.
“What are you looking up at, Violet?” asked St. George.
“Did not you see anything? did not any of you see anything?”
“None, none!”
“Mr. Grey, surely you must have seen it!”