'Lionel expects some news to-night,' Laura said. 'As soon as I know where she is I shall start.'
'Start for where?'
'To go to her—to do something.'
'Something preposterous, my dear. Do you expect to bring her back?'
'He won't take her in,' said Laura, with her dried, dismal eyes. 'He wants his divorce—it's too hideous!'
'Well, as she wants hers what is simpler?'
'Yes, she wants hers. Lionel swears by all the gods she can't get it.'
'Bless me, won't one do?' Lady Davenant asked. 'We shall have some pretty reading.'
'It's awful, awful, awful!' murmured Laura.
'Yes, they oughtn't to be allowed to publish them. I wonder if we couldn't stop that. At any rate he had better be quiet: tell him to come and see me.'