"How do you know that, Lady Kitty?"
Kitty hesitated--then said, with the prettiest, slightest laugh:
"Lady Parham has such strong views--hasn't she?--on Church questions!"
Lord Parham's feeling was that a more insidiously impertinent question
had never been put to him. He drew himself up.
"If she has, Lady Kitty, I can only say I know very little about them!
She very wisely keeps them to herself."
"Ah!" said Kitty, as her lovely eyebrows lifted, "that shows how little
people know."
"I don't quite understand," said Lord Parham. "To what do you allude,
Lady Kitty?"
Kitty laughed. She raised her eyes to the Rector, a spare High
Churchman, who had retreated uncomfortably behind Lady Tranmore.
"Some one--said to me last week--that Lady Parham had saved the
Church!"
The Prime Minister rose. "I must have a little exercise before dinner.
Your gardens, Ashe--is there time?"
Ashe, scarlet with discomfort and annoyance, carried his visitor off. As
he did so, he passed his wife. Kitty turned her little head, looked at
him half shyly, half defiantly. The Dean saw the look; saw also that
Ashe deliberately avoided it.
Pages:
391
392
393
394
395
396
397
398
399
400
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413
414
415