One, two, three, four now he was on the next
landing. She heard them again, less distinctly, always less distinctly.
Then silence. She ran to the window. There he was upon the pavement,
now he was crossing the road on his way to the underground station. She
tore at her handkerchief, waved it wildly for a moment--and then
stopped. He was gone--and she. The hot colour came rushing painfully
into her cheeks. She threw herself face downwards upon the sofa.
CHAPTER IV
LORD ARRANMORE IN A NEW ROLE
"The epoch-making nights of one's life," Mr. Hennibul remarked, "are
few. Let us sit down and consider what has happened."
"A seat," Lady Caroom sighed. "What luxury! But where?"
"My knowledge of the geography of this house," Mr. Hennibul answered,
"has more than once been of the utmost service to me, but I have never
appreciated it more than at this moment. Accept my arm, Lady Caroom."
They made a slow circuit of the room, passed through an ante-chamber and
came out in a sort of winter-garden looking over the Park. Lady Caroom
exclaimed with delight.
"You dear man," she exclaimed.
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