"And now Mr. Wyndham has started a tiny one of me," put in Lady Betty. "I'm going to stand to him an hour or two every morning, and we'll send it to the Salon next month."
"Bless my soul! That'll be a very pretty little thing."
"It's only one side of me. Mr. Wyndham thinks I've so many sides, and he selected just one of them."
"Mr. Wyndham's a genius, but, with all deference to him, I don't see that you've any more sides to you than I have or Mr. Wyndham has. We have each two sides and no more." He raised his tumbler of egg-and-milk and whiskey, and drank deeply. The others laughed.
"Oh, Mr. Wyndham thinks I'm so many persons rolled into one," explained Lady Betty, "and that you can take your choice."
"Many persons rolled into one! You are!" said the earl emphatically, setting down his glass. "Only I never can take my choice. If Mr. Wyndham has succeeded in doing so, I offer him my congratulations. Oh, by the way, talking of congratulations, it is true, I suppose, that you are going to be married!"
Lady Betty looked down and manipulated her fish.
"One of these days," said Wyndham lightly. "There is no date fixed yet."
"Ah," said the earl. "How is your fiancée?"
"Perfectly well," said Wyndham. "First-rate."