“O Gods of Egypt——”
“Someone wants you, Mrs. Mary.”
“Wants me?”
“Your chauffeur, I think.”
“The car, M’m,” a servant announced.
“Ah!” she broke off, “An engagement, I fear. But come and see me again. Come one day to the theatre. Our stage-door is in Sloop Street, an impasse off the Strand.” And Mrs. Mary, gathering up her skirts, nodded and withdrew.
IX
“BLACK her great boots! Not I,” Miss Sinquier said to herself as she turned her back on Mary Lodge to wend her way westward across the Park.
She was to meet Mrs. Sixsmith at a certain club on Hay Hill towards dusk to learn whether any tempting offer had been submitted Sir Oliver for her pearls.