The butler had drawn no false picture
of her personal appearance. Dyed yellow hair done all frizzy was but
one fact of her many-sided impossibilities. In the serene surroundings
of the long drawing-room, she looked more unspeakably "not much good"
than Roland had ever imagined her. With such a leading lady, his drama
could not fail of success. He should have been pleased; he was merely
appalled. The thing might have a happy ending, but while it lasted it
was going to be terrible.
She had a flatteringly attentive reception. Nobody failed to notice
her. Lord Evenwood woke with a start, and stared at her as if she had
been some ghost from his trouble of '85. Lady Eva's face expressed
sheer amazement. Lady Kimbuck, laying down her crochet-work, took one
look at the apparition, and instantly decided that one of her numerous
erring relatives had been at it again. Of all the persons in the room,
she was possibly the only one completely cheerful. She was used to
these situations and enjoyed them. Her mind, roaming into the past,
recalled the night when her cousin Warminster had been pinked by a
stiletto in his own drawing-room by a lady from South America.
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