“That Miss Schley was comin’ to-night. Everyone’s talking about her. I sat next Laycock at dinner and he was ravin’. Told me she was to be here and I didn’t know it. Rather ridiculous, you know. Where is she?”
“Somewhere in the rooms.”
“What’s she like?”
“Oh!—I don’t know. She’s in black. Go and look for her.”
Lord Holme strode on. As he passed Mr. Bry he said:
“I say, Bry, d’you know Miss Pimpernel Schley?”
“Naturally.”
“Come with me, there’s a good chap, and—what’s she like?”
As they went on into the drawing-rooms Mr. Bry dropped out:
“Some people say she’s like Lady Holme.”