“Really, Sherry, you are making a great to-do about nothing,” said Revesby gently. “There is no impropriety in Wrotham’s escorting Lady Sheringham, I assure you!”
“Are you accusing my wife of impropriety?” said Sherry, whose pugnacity was fast reaching alarming proportions.
“Certainly not!” replied Revesby. “Such a notion never entered by head, my dear boy! I wish you will sit down and forget these crotchets.”
“Well, I won’t!” Sherry returned. “I’m going to Almack’s.”
Mr Ringwood groped for his quizzing-glass, and through it scrutinized his friend’s person. He let it fall again and lay back in his chair. “Not in pantaloons,” he said. “Can’t be done, Sherry.”
The Viscount looked very much put out for a moment, but having taken a resolve he was not one easily to relinquish it. He said, with immense dignity, that he was going off home to change his dress, and stalked out of the Parlour before either Revesby or Ringwood could think of an answer.
When he reached Half Moon Street it was to hear from his butler that her ladyship had gone out with Lord Wrotham. Sherry said grandly that he knew all about that, and demanded his valet. This gentleman was not immediately to be found, and by the time he had been fetched by a breathless page from the select tavern which he patronized in his leisure moments, the Viscount was in a worse temper than ever, and had ruined no fewer than five neckcloths in some fumbling attempts to achieve a Waterfall style. It was more than half an hour later when he was at last correctly attired for the Assembly, and five minutes after eleven when he arrived at Almack’s. Nothing could have been more unfortunate, for the rules laid down by Almack’s despotic patronesses were not even relaxed for the Duke of Wellington himself; and although the civility of Willis, who presided over the club, could scarcely have been exceeded, not all the Viscount’s stormings or blandishments availed to get him beyond the portals. He was obliged to return home, since he had no longer any desire to spend the night at Cribb’s Parlour, and to while away the time in flicking over the pages of a library book, casting the dice, right hand against left, and brooding over his injuries. Whatever he might do when amongst his cronies, he was not one who took pleasure in drinking alone, so that when Lord Wrotham brought his fair charge back to the house, shortly before two o’clock, the door was opened to them by a sober but awe-inspiringly stiff young man, who bowed to his friend, thanked him in frigid terms for his kind offices, and expressed the hope — bleakly — that he and my lady had been tolerably well amused.
George somewhat astonished by his reception, said that he had passed a charming evening. Hero, on whom the Viscount’s punctilious manner was thrown away, said vivaciously: “Was it not kind of George to take me after all, Sherry? It was so pleasant, too! I wish you had been with us. Everyone was there tonight! Your uncle Prosper came with the Cowpers, and only fancy, Sherry! he complimented me on my gown, and he said I had an air of decided fashion! Oh, and Cousin Jane was there, with Cassy and Eudora, and Cousin Jane was most civil, because I had that instant been dancing the waltz — dear Lady Sefton said I might do so now that I have been approved, so do not be thinking that I am in a scrape! — dancing the waltz with Duke Fakenham, and she most particularly desired to have him presented to her. Oh, Sherry, only to think of my being able to oblige Cousin Jane! And I wish it might have answered, but it did not, I am afraid, for Duke only bowed and talked the merest commonplace for a few minutes, and never asked Cassy to dance at all.” She turned and held out her hand to Lord Wrotham. “Thank you, George! It was so comfortable, and very pretty in you to have gallanted me to the party.”
He took her hand and pressed it, assuring her warmly that the obligation was on his side, that he had done delightfully, never wished to spend a more pleasant evening. Then, as the Viscount offered him no encouragement to linger, he said goodnight and departed.
“I did not expect to find you at home so soon, Sherry,” Hero said innocently. “Was it flat, after all, your party?”