“Dice: Tutto al mondo e vano:”
She looked at Rupert Carey:
“Nell’amore ogni dolcezza.”
She still looked at Carey, and the hideous wreckage of the flesh was no longer visible to her. She saw only his burning eyes.
Directly she had finished singing she asked for her motor cloak. While they were fetching it she had to go back twice to the platform to bow to the applause.
Miss Schley, who was looking angry, said to her:
“You’re not going away before my show?”
“I want to go to the concert room, where I can hear better, and see,” she replied.
Miss Schley looked at her doubtfully, but had to go to the platform. As she slowly disappeared behind the screen Lady Holme drew the cloak round her, pulled down her veil and went quickly away.
She wanted—more, she required—to be alone.