"In that respect we set you an example, do we not?" laughs his wife. "We don't go to perdition because we are disappointed in love."
"Because your natures are so different. The same rule cannot apply to a man and a woman. I thought we had agreed on that before," says Colonel Carlisle.
"So we had. Instance Keith and Lauraine."
"And my lady and—myself."
And he bends down and kisses the sweet red lips.
That closes the argument. They forget all about Keith and Lauraine; they talk now of their own love, and of each other.
CHAPTER XXXII
It is a week later. Lady Etwynde and her husband have left Paris and gone back to the æsthetic mansion in Kensington. They have decided on living there still. To Lady Etwynde it is endeared by many memories and associations, and her husband is content with whatever pleases her. Lady Jean is still in the gay city, and so is Keith Athelstone.
"How the affair drags!" murmurs the Lady Jean to herself one evening as she is making her toilette. "Karolyski is persevering, I can see; but Keith—he is quite too stupid. I must try and hasten the dénouement. Besides, Frank comes back in a few days, and I don't want him to suspect. Could I bring matters to an issue to-night, I wonder?"