The other put his shaking hands into his trousers pockets. "Oh yes! all," he said. "The proprieties were most carefully observed, Admaston."
"Now, that is very interesting," Admaston remarked; and if the other had been a member of the Lower House instead of the Upper, which he never entered, he would have known what that bland suavity of voice portended when the Cabinet Minister rose to speak.
Lord Ellerdine nodded. "Yes," he said. "But what the deuce are you doing here in Paris?"
"Oh! a whim."
"Didn't expect to find us here," the wretched fool continued—"did you?"
"There's something on?" Admaston answered, going towards the window and talking as he went. "Racing or something, isn't there?"
"Yes," Lord Ellerdine said. "Auteuil. Going out?"
Lady Attwill appeared at the window. "Oh! Alice," Admaston said.
She smiled brightly, extending her little manicured hand, upon which diamonds and sapphires flashed and sparkled in the brilliant light of the sun. "How do you do, George?" she said. "Who ever expected to see you here?"
"I don't run over often," Admaston answered, just taking her hand and no more. "But I thought you were at St. Moritz?"