“Mr. Ulford’s come to tell me about the Blaxtons’ dance,” she said.
She spoke in her usual light voice, without tremor or uncertainty. Her face was perfectly calm and smiling. Leo Ulford cleared his throat.
“Yes,” he said loudly, “about the Blaxtons’ dance.”
Lord Holme stood looking at the latch-key. Suddenly his face swelled up and became bloated, and large veins stood out in his brown forehead.
“What’s this key?” he said.
He held it out towards his wife. Neither she nor Leo Ulford replied to his question.
“What’s this key?” he repeated.
“The key of Mr. Ulford’s house, I suppose,” said Lady Holme. “How should I know?”
“I’m not askin’ you,” said her husband.
He came a step nearer to Leo.