So we sent Theo to see her, and she quieted
down."
Brigit burst out laughing. "Sent Theo?"
"Yes. He always goes. He is very quiet and reasonable, you see."
"I see."
Madame Joyselle rose. "I must go and see about the dinner. Will you
come? Ah, yes," as they went downstairs, "they are like that, the men.
But Theo will be faithful to you, of that I am sure. He is like my
people, and then, thank God, he is not an artist!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Antoinette, I have something to say to you."
"So I ventured to gather from the fact that you have come to see me."
It was mid-May, and a fragrant breeze stirred the delicate curtains of
Lady Kingsmead's little drawing-room in Pont Street. There were flowers
everywhere, chiefly white lilacs, and the pale green and white chintz
and the quantities of light-hued pillows on the sofas (all of which
belonged, as yet, to Messrs. Liberty) made of the room a pleasant refuge
from the unusual heat outside. Lady Kingsmead, dressed in pale pink,
looked in the faint light very pretty as she leaned back in her deep
chair and played with the Persian cat.
Carron, upright on his small gilt chair, was pale and agitated, the
primitive feelings showing in his ravaged face looking in some way more
out of place, because he was exquisitely frock-coated and had a
fresh-blown tea-rose in his button-hole, than they would have done if he
had been shabby.
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