“When I’m tired of enjoying of myself,” she laughed, “and feel equal to coping with anything as trying as a husband. At present a brother keeps me quite sufficiently occupied,” and she passed on.
Across the large, well-lit room, towering above every one around him, she saw the head and shoulders of Alymer Hermon. All about her, as she moved towards him, she heard the low-voiced query: “Who is he?”
No society beauty at her zenith could have caused greater interest. He was looking grave, too, and thoughtful, which suited him better than laughter, giving him something of a look apart, and banishing all suggestion of the conceit and self-satisfaction that would have spoilt him. Then he caught sight of Hal, and instantly all his face lit up, and a twinkle shone in his eyes as he edged towards her.
“How late you are! I thought you were never coming. Did your hair require an extra half-hour? I suppose you’ve been tearing it out by the roots over your faithless swain.”
“I don’t know what you mean, and anyhow I shouldn’t be such a fool as to tear my own hair out by the roots for any one. If hair is coming out in that fashion, it shall be his roots.”
“Come and sit down. I’ll soon find you a chair.”
“What’s the good of that? We can’t converse unless you sit on the floor. I work too hard to spend my evening shouting banalities at the ceiling.”
“Well, let’s hunt for a couch; there are plenty here on ordinary occasions. Isn’t it a poser where all the furniture goes to at a ‘beano’ like this! There’s nothing in the hall, nor in the dining-room; and there doesn’t seem to be much here. Let’s make for the lounge.”
“But I can’t take you away. I shall get my face scratched. You were made to be looked at, and half these silly people are staring their eyes out in your direction. I don’t know how you put up with it so serenely. I should want to bite them all. If I were a man, and had been burdened with an appearance like yours, I should want to hit Life in the face for it.”
“Don’t be silly. What does it matter? It pleases them, and it doesn’t hurt me. I get my own back a little anyway... when I want to”—with a low, significant laugh.