Lady Cantire (to herself). And I actually sent him to her! (Rising in majestic wrath.) Albinia, whatever comes of this, remember I shall hold you entirely responsible!
[She sweeps out of the room; the other two ladies look after her, and then at one another, in silent consternation.
PART XXII
A DESCENT FROM THE CLOUDS
In the Elizabethan Garden. Lady Maisie and Undershell are on a seat in the Yew Walk. Time—About 11 A.M.
Lady Maisie (softly). And you really meant to go away, and never let one of us know what had happened to you!
Undershell (to himself). How easy it is after all to be a hero! (Aloud.) That certainly was my intention, only I was—er—not permitted to carry it out. I trust you don't consider I should have been to blame?
Lady Maisie (with shining eyes). To blame? Mr. Blair! As if I could possibly do that! (To herself.) He doesn't even see how splendid it was of him!
Undershell (to himself). I begin to believe that I can do no wrong in her eyes! (Aloud.) It was not altogether easy, believe me, to leave without even having seen your face; but I felt so strongly that it was better so.
Lady Maisie (looking down). And—do you still feel that?