"Yes," said Brooke-Hoskyn, with the same action, "That!"
"Yes," said all the ladies, pointing melodramatically to the corner, "That!"
"Jim," ordered the Admiral, "pilot the lady out."
"Ay, ay, sir."
The Lady eyed them all in turn through her face-à-main. "Very well," she said, with magnificent scorn. "I was told I should have difficulty here. I was told you only go to church twice on Sundays. I did not expect to find you so bad as you are. I shall come again. I am not so easily beaten. I shall certainly come again!"
In grim silence she gathered her skirts about her and departed as she had come, followed by the footman and the fat pug.
When she had turned the corner the Walk once more indulged in a burst of laughter.
"What a figure of fun!" cried Ruth.
"I gave here her sailing orders—what?" chuckled the Admiral.
And Mrs. Poskett gazed into his face with admiration.