“I can trust your discretion.”
“Even in such circumstances?” she asked. She paused, with a motion of her fan back towards the room they had left.
“You have taught him a lesson, Lady Lawless. It is rough on him; but he needs it.”
“I hope he will do nothing rash,” she said.
“Perhaps he’ll write some poetry, and refuse to consider his natural appetite.”
“Will you go and see him now?” she asked. “Immediately. Good night, Lady Lawless.” His big hand swallowed hers in a firm, friendly clasp, and he shook it once or twice before he parted from her. He met Sir Duke Lawless in the doorway. They greeted cheerfully, and then Lawless came up to his wife.
“Well, my dear,” he said, with an amused look in his face, “well, what news?”
She lifted her eyebrows at him.
“Something has happened, Molly, I can see it in your face.”
She was very brief. “Gracia Raglan has been conquered; the young man from Boston has been foolish; and Mr. Vandewaters has lost millions.”