And having uttered these dignified sentences with becoming emphasis, she sailed luridly away.
"Good-night, Jane," said Lady Alice, with a dry serenity.
"Don't dare, you insupportable old woman, to wish me good-night," burst out Lady Jane, whisking round at the threshold.
With which speech, having paused for a moment in defiance, she disappeared, leaving the door wide open, which is, perhaps, as annoying as clapping it, and less vulgar.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Guy Strangways and M. Varbarriere converse.
When M. Varbarriere and his nephew this night sat down in their dressing-room, the elder man said—
"How do you like Sir Jekyl Marlowe?"
"A most agreeable host—very lively—very hospitable," answered Guy Strangways.