It now became evident, even to the infatuated Gray, that Mrs. Irvin
was laboring under the influence of tremendous excitement. She turned
to him quickly, and he thought that her face looked almost haggard,
whilst her eyes seemed to have changed color--become lighter, although
he could not be certain that this latter effect was not due to the
peculiar illumination of the room. But when she spoke her voice was
unsteady.
"Will you see if you can find a cab," she said. "It is so difficult at
night, and my shoes will get frightfully muddy crossing Piccadilly. I
shall not be more than a few minutes." She walked through the doorway,
the Egyptian standing aside as she passed. He followed her, but came
out again almost immediately, reclosed the door, and retired into the
cabinet, which was evidently his private cubicle.
Silence claimed the apartment. Sir Lucien threw himself nonchalantly
upon the divan, and took out his cigarette-case.
"Will you have a cigarette, Gray?" he asked.
"No thanks," replied the other, in tones of smothered hostility. He
was ill at ease, and paced the apartment nervously. Pyne lighted a
cigarette, and tossed the extinguished match into a brass bowl.
"I think," said Gray jerkily, "I shall go for a cab.
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