Beau's mother, perhaps? That was the kind of car that went with a butler, undoubtedly.
But what came out of the car was a youngish man-she could see only his back-in the kind of suit one sees anywhere between St. James's Street and the Duke of York's Steps any time between October and the end of June. What with the chauffeur and the suit Lucy ran through in her mind the available Royalties, but could not find an appropriate one; Royalty drove itself nowadays, anyhow.
"Thank you very much, Miss Pym. You've been an enormous help. Say thank you, Albert."
"Thank you, Miss Pym," Albert said dutifully; and then, catching her eye, winked at her. Lucy winked back, gravely.
At this moment O'Donnell erupted into the room clutching the large sifter of talcum powder that she had been having refilled by Froken in the further room, and hissed in an excited whisper: "What do you think! Edward Adrian! In the car. Edward Adrian! "
"Who cares?" Stewart said, relieving her of the sifter. "You were a damned long time getting the talc."
Lucy closed the clinic door behind her and emerged into the hall. O'Donnell had spoken truth. It was Edward Adrian who was standing in the hall. And Miss Lux had also spoken truth. For Edward Adrian was examining himself in the mirror.
As Lucy climbed the stairs she met Miss Lux coming down, and as she turned to the second flight could see their meeting.
"Hullo, Teddy," Miss Lux said, without enthusiasm.
"Catherine!" Adrian said, with the most delighted enthusiasm, going forward to meet her as if about to embrace her. But her cool solitary hand, outstretched in conventional greeting, stopped him.