By-the-way--the glass here seems to
be at 'Set Fair'?"
His interrogative smile was not wholly good-natured. But mere
benevolence was not what the world asked of Philip Darrell--even in the
case of his old friends.
"Astonishing!" said Mrs. Alcot, with lifted brows. "Kitty is immensely
proud of him--and immensely ambitious. That, of course, accounts for
Lord Parham's visit."
"Lord Parham!" cried Darrell, bounding on his seat. "Lord
Parham!--coming here?"
"He arrives to-morrow. On his way from Scotland--to Windsor."
Mrs. Alcot enjoyed the effect of her communication on her companion. He
sat open-mouthed, evidently startled out of all self-command.
"Why, I thought that Lady Kitty--"
"Had vowed vengeance? So, in a sense, she has. It is understood that she
and Lady Parham don't meet, except--"
"On formal occasions, and to take in the groundlings," said Darrell, too
impatient to let her finish her sentence. "Yes, that I gathered. But you
mean that
Lord Parham is to be allowed to make his peace?"
Madeleine Alcot lay back and laughed.
"Kitty wishes to try her hand at managing him."
Darrell joined her in mirth.
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