That silenced everyone.
“Now,” she said, at last, “I’m going. Come on, Horace!”
“Not till you apologise to Lionel’s wife,” he said, weakly.
“Oh, give her a cheque,” said Julie, “that’s the kind of apology she wants. Come on!”
She went out of the house like a whirlwind, with her long veil floating behind her, and sprang into the car to wait for her husband, looking about at the citizens rocking on their porches with her brilliant, insolent eyes.
“Oh, come on!” she called out to Horace, who was lingering in an effort to propitiate his hosts. “Let’s get out of this damned hole!”
She startled and shocked the entire select neighbourhood, as she had intended. And produced the desired effect of bringing Horace out at once. They spun away, driven by a chauffeur who couldn’t keep a grin from his face, leaving behind them astonishment, wrath and excitement.
II
It was quite natural that Minnie should cry. Lionel admired her for not crying much more. She dried her eyes, smiled ruefully, and got up.
“I must get your dinner ready, darling,” she said.