“Vulgar and offensive,” he said, almost as if to himself, and with a sort of passion. “Vulgar and offensive!”
Suddenly he turned away and went out of the box.
“I say—”
Lady Holme, who had been watching Sir Donald’s disordered exit, looked round to Leo.
“I say—” he repeated. “What’s up with pater?”
“He doesn’t seem to be enjoying the play.”
Leo Ulford looked unusually grave, even thoughtful, as if he were pondering over some serious question. He kept his blue eyes fixed upon Lady Holme. At last he said, in a voice much lower than usual:
“Poor chap!”
“Who’s a poor chap?”
Leo jerked his head towards the door.