As he had hoped, Blessington's eyes
turned in the same direction. "'Twill smooth matters," he
repeated, "smooth them in--in a domestic way that I can't
explain."
The shot told. Blessington looked round.
"Right, sir!" he said. "You may leave it to me," And before
Loder could speak again he had turned and disappeared into the
crowd.
XVI
His business with Blessington over, Loder breathed more
freely. If Lady Astrupp had recognized Chilcote by the rings,
and had been roused to curiosity, the incident would demand
settlement sooner or later--settlement in what proportion he
could hazard no guess; if, on the other hand, her obvious
change of manner had arisen from any other source he had a
hazy idea that a woman's behavior could never be gauged by
accepted theories--then he had safeguarded Chilcote's
interests and his own by his securing of Blessington's
promise. Blessington he knew would be reliable and discreet.
With a renewal of confidence--a pleasant feeling that his
uneasiness had been groundless--he moved forward to greet Eve.
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