CHAPTER V
THE TRUE LOVE
Mrs. Beale stopped her chair and stepped out.
"Lord Lyndwood," she said softly, and beckoned him with her fan.
The shifting idle crowds of the Mall divided them, but if her voice was lost on the gay summer air (already so laden with whispers and laughter) he saw the gesture and came over to her.
Her languishing eyes were reproachful as he kissed her hand.
"La! I have seen so little of you! Will you walk on with me?"
"Is there need to ask, my dear?"
She tossed her head, her cheeks were suffused with colour. As they sauntered side by side under the lime trees her glance searched for rivals to witness and envy.