[She goes.
Undershell (to himself, rapturously). She's not freckled; she's not even sandy. She's lovely! And, by some unhoped-for good fortune, all this has only raised me in her eyes. I am more than compensated!
Captain Thicknesse (to himself). I may just as well get back to Aldershot to-morrow—now. I'll go and prepare Lady C.'s mind, in case. It's hard luck; just when everything seemed goin' right! I'd give somethin' to have the other bard back, I know. It's no earthly use my tryin' to stand against this one!
PART XX
DIFFERENT PERSONS HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS
Lady Maisie's Room at Wyvern. Time—Saturday night, about 11.30.
Lady Maisie (to Phillipson, who is brushing her hair). You are sure mamma isn't expecting me? (Irresolutely.) Perhaps I had better just run in and say good night.
Phillipson. I wouldn't recommend it, really, my lady; her ladyship seems a little upset in her nerves this evening.
Lady Maisie (to herself). Il-y-a de quoi! (Aloud, relieved.) It might only disturb her, certainly.... I hope they are making you comfortable here, Phillipson?
Phillipson. Very much so indeed, thank you, my lady. The tone of the room downstairs is most superior.