“Your chauffeur has come back from Wilverley, Lady Selina. The fire engine is at the Hall, under Lord Wilverley’s direction. Lord Wilverley has put the Court at your disposal, but I told him that you had accepted my own more modest shelter.”
“Many thanks.”
Grimshaw interposed.
“I should like you to go to bed at once.”
“My dear doctor! After I have dined.”
“Before. You have sustained a shock.”
“I have.” She smiled ironically. “But I am myself again.”
Goodrich went out. From the green came raucous laughter, punctuated by groans and cat-calls. Lady Selina sat upright, frowning.
“I don’t understand this noise.”
“Nor I,” said Cicely.