I have a train to catch in
half an hour. You are ready?"
"Quite!"
They made their way through the maze of tables towards the door, Lady
Ruth exchanging greetings right and left with her friends, although
the tall, grave-looking man who followed her was by far the greater
object of interest.
"Just like Ruth to keep him in her pocket," remarked her dearest
friend, looking after them; "they say that he has millions."
She sighed a little enviously.
"The Barrington menage needs a little backing up," her companion
remarked. "I should say that he had come just in time. The Marchioness
has her eye upon him too. There may be some fun presently."
Lady Ruth's dearest friend smiled.
"I will back Ruth," she said drily. "Emily is beautiful, but she is
too obvious, and too eager! Ruth's little ways are more subtle.
Besides, look at the start she has. She isn't the sort of woman men
tire of."
Lady Ruth held out her hand through the window of her electric coupe.
"Thank you for my luncheon," she said. "When shall we see you again?"
"In a few days," he answered, standing bareheaded upon the pavement.
"I shall call directly I return."
Lady Ruth nodded and leaned back. Wingrave smiled faintly as he turned
away. He had seen the little shudder which she had done her best to
hide!
Lady Ruth found her husband at home, writing letters in his study. She
sank wearily into a chair by his side.
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