“I bet you’ll cut out everybody.”
“Oh, there are all sorts of stars.”
“Well, mind you put ‘em all out.”
It was evident to her that for some reason or other he was particularly anxious she should shine that afternoon. She meant to. She knew she was going to. But she had no desire to shine in order to gratify Fritz’s egoism. Probably he had just had a quarrel with Miss Schley and wanted to punish her through his wife. The idea was not a pretty one. Unfortunately that circumstance did not ensure its not being a true one.
“Mind you do, eh?” reiterated her husband, giving the steering wheel a twist and turning the car up Hamilton Place.
“I shall try to sing well, naturally,” she replied coldly. “I always do.”
“Of course—I know.”
There was something almost servile in his manner, an anxiety which was quite foreign to it as a rule.
“That’s a stunnin’ dress,” he added. “Keep your cloak well over it.”
She said nothing.