“At the Vallerys'. Mr. Evesham was talking about you. They were all talking. I don't think everybody knew who I was. Just Mrs. Mumble I'd been to them. Lord Wardenham doesn't like you.”
“He doesn't.”
“But they all feel you're rather big, anyhow. Then I went on to Park Lane to hear a new pianist and some other music at Eva's.”
“Yes.”
“Then I looked in at the Brabants' for some midnight tea before I came on here. They'd got some writers—and Grant was there.”
“You HAVE been flying round....”
There was a little pause between us.
I looked at her pretty, unsuspecting face, and at the slender grace of her golden-robed body. What gulfs there were between us! “You've been amused,” I said.
“It's been amusing. You've been at the House?”
“The Medical Education Bill kept me.”...