THE END OF DOUBT
When the Englishman entered the card-room, the last of the players to linger at their table had risen and were taking their leave of Genevieve. Her father and aunt were disputing over their last game. But at sight of the newcomer, Mrs. Gantry bowed and beckoned to him, instantly forgetful of her argument.
"You are always in time, Earl," she remarked. "We are just about to leave. May I ask if you have seen Dolores?"
"Not a moment ago. I daresay she has gone for her wraps."
"Huh! Ran off from you, eh?" bantered Mr. Leslie. "She's a coltish kitten. Didn't scratch, did she?"
"She misses no opportunity for that, the hoyden!" put in Mrs. Gantry. "Ah, Earl, we are the last." She rose and went to meet Genevieve, who was coming to them from the farther door. "My dear girl, I congratulate you! It has been a grand success!"
"Thank you, Aunt Amice," replied Genevieve in rather a listless tone.
"Must you be going?"
"Lord Avondale has just come in to let me know that it is time."
"Er—beg pardon," said Lord James. "I wish to speak with Miss Leslie before going."
"Ah, in that case," murmured Mrs. Gantry, with a gratified smile, "you are excused, of course! Herbert, you may see me out."