"I am sure it would be a very difficult task," she said. "You have come in search of your sister, I expect? She is here, and your brother too. I think they must both be in the farther salon. Shall we go and find them?"
"Devilish good of you, Lady Worth. But don't put yourself out on my account: I'll find 'em."
She saw that he was looking beyond her, at someone at the other end of the room. She glanced in the same direction, and discovered that the object of his gaze was none other than Miss Devenish. It was plain that Lucy was aware of being stared at; she was blushing uncomfortably, and had cast down her eyes.
"I will show you the way to your sister," said Judith firmly.
"Thank you - in a moment!" said his lordship, with cool impudence. "I have seen a lady I know. Must pay my respects!"
He left her side as he spoke, and bore ruthlessly down upon Miss Devenish. She was seated on a sofa, and cast such a scared look up at George that Judith felt impelled to go to her rescue. George was towering over her - enough to frighten any girl! thought Judith indignantly - and Lucy had half risen from the sofa, and then sunk back again.
By the time Judith, delayed by Mr Creevey in the middle of the room, reached her, George had not only shaken hands, but had seated himself beside her. His eyes were fixed on her downcast face with an ardent expression Judith much disliked, and a teasing smile, as impish as his sister's, curled his lips. When Judith came up he rose. "I am recalling myself to Miss Devenish's memory," he said. "It's my belief she had forgotten me."
"I was not aware that you were acquainted with Lord George, my dear?" Judith said, a question in her voice.
"Oh!" faltered Lucy. "We met once - at a ball!"
"If that is all, it is no wonder that you were forgotten, Lord George!" Judith said.