"I--I think not," he answered. "I should like you to meet her very
much. She will be coming to London soon, and I know that she will be
interested in our new scheme if it comes to anything. We will take her
down and give her a few practical lessons in philanthropy."
"Will she be interested?" Mary asked.
"Immensely," he answered, with confidence. "Lady Caroom is an awfully
good sort, too."
Mary remembered the well-bred insolence of Lady Caroom's stare, the
contemplative incredulity which found militant expression in her
beautiful eyes and shapely curving lips, and for a moment half closed
her eyes.
"Ah, well," she said, "that afternoon was rather a terrible one to me.
Let us talk of something else."
He was profuse at once in apologies for his own thoughtlessness. But
she checked him almost at the outset.
"It is I who am to blame for an unusual weakness," she said. "Let us
both forget it. And don't you find this place hot? Let us get outside
and walk."
They found a soft misty rain falling. The commissionaire called a
hansom. She moved her skirts to make room for him.
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