"
Darrell dropped his voice. "Parham doesn't, in truth, hit it off with
him very well. Ashe is too clever, and Parham doesn't understand his
paradoxes."
"Also I gather," said Cliffe, with a smile, "that Lady Parham has her
say?"
Darrell shrugged his shoulders.
"It sounds incredible that one should still have to reckon with that
kind of thing at this time of day. But I dare say it's true."
"However, I imagine Lady Kitty--by-the-way, how much longer shall we
give her?"--Cliffe looked at his watch with a frown--"may be trusted to
take care of that."
Darrell merely raised his eyebrows, without replying. "What, not a
match for one Lady Parham?" said Cliffe, with a laugh. "I should have
thought--from my old recollections of her--she would have been a match
for twenty?"
"Oh, if she cared to try."
"She is not ambitious?"
"Certainly; but not always for the same thing."
"She is trying to run too many horses abreast?"
"Oh, I am not a great friend," said Darrell, smiling. "I should never
dream of analyzing Lady Kitty. Ah!"--he turned his head--"are we not
forgotten, or just remembered--which?"
For a rapid step approached, the door opened, and a lady appeared on the
threshold.
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