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unwillingly　bestowed。



〃If　you　chose　your　friends　from　a　rather　more　reputable　set　you　

would　be　doubtless　less　amusing；　but　there　would　be　compensating　

advantages。〃



Francesca　snapped　the　remark　out　at　lunch　one　day　when　she　had　been　

betrayed　into　a　broader　smile　than　she　considered　the　circumstances　

of　her　attitude　towards　Comus　warranted。



〃I'm　going　to　move　in　quite　decent　society　to…night；〃　replied　Comus　

with　a　pleased　chuckle；　〃I'm　going　to　meet　you　and　Uncle　Henry　and　

heaps　of　nice　dull　God…fearing　people　at　dinner。〃



Francesca　gave　a　little　gasp　of　surprise　and　annoyance。



〃You　don't　mean　to　say　Caroline　has　asked　you　to　dinner　to…night？〃　

she　said；　〃and　of　course　without　telling　me。　　How　exceedingly　like　

her！〃



Lady　Caroline　Benaresq　had　reached　that　age　when　you　can　say　and　do　

what　you　like　in　defiance　of　people's　most　sensitive　feelings　and　

most　cherished　antipathies。　　Not　that　she　had　waited　to　attain　her　

present　age　before　pursuing　that　line　of　conduct；　she　came　of　a　

family　whose　individual　members　went　through　life；　from　the　nursery　

to　the　grave；　with　as　much　tact　and　consideration　as　a　cactus…hedge　

might　show　in　going　through　a　crowded　bathing　tent。　　It　was　a　

compensating　mercy　that　they　disagreed　rather　more　among　themselves　

than　they　did　with　the　outside　world；　every　known　variety　and　shade　

of　religion　and　politics　had　been　pressed　into　the　family　service　

to　avoid　the　possibility　of　any　agreement　on　the　larger　essentials　

of　life；　and　such　unlooked…for　happenings　as　the　Home　Rule　schism；　

the　Tariff…Reform　upheaval　and　the　Suffragette　crusade　were　

thankfully　seized　on　as　furnishing　occasion　for　further　differences　

and　sub…divisions。　　Lady　Caroline's　favourite　scheme　of　

entertaining　was　to　bring　jarring　and　antagonistic　elements　into　

close　contact　and　play　them　remorselessly　one　against　the　other。　　

〃One　gets　much　better　results　under　those　circumstances〃　she　used　

to　observe；　〃than　by　asking　people　who　wish　to　meet　each　other。　　

Few　people　talk　as　brilliantly　to　impress　a　friend　as　they　do　to　

depress　an　enemy。〃



She　admitted　that　her　theory　broke　down　rather　badly　if　you　applied　

it　to　Parliamentary　debates。　　At　her　own　dinner　table　its　success　

was　usually　triumphantly　vindicated。



〃Who　else　is　to　be　there？〃　Francesca　asked；　with　some　pardonable　

misgiving。



〃Courtenay　Youghal。　　He'll　probably　sit　next　to　you；　so　you'd　

better　think　out　a　lot　of　annihilating　remarks　in　readiness。　　And　

Elaine　de　Frey。〃



〃I　don't　think　I've　heard　of　her。　　Who　is　she？〃



〃Nobody　in　particular；　but　rather　nice…looking　in　a　solemn　sort　of　

way；　and　almost　indecently　rich。〃



〃Marry　her〃　was　the　advice　which　sprang　to　Francesca's　lips；　but　

she　choked　it　back　with　a　salted　almond；　having　a　rare　perception　

of　the　fact　that　words　are　sometimes　given　to　us　to　defeat　our　

purposes。



〃Caroline　has　probably　marked　her　down　for　Toby　or　one　of　the　

grand…nephews；〃　she　said；　carelessly；　〃a　little　money　would　be　

rather　useful　in　that　quarter；　I　imagine。〃



Comus　tucked　in　his　underlip　with　just　the　shade　of　pugnacity　that　

she　wanted　to　see。



An　advantageous　marriage　was　so　obviously　the　most　sensible　course　

for　him　to　embark　on　that　she　scarcely　dared　to　hope　that　he　would　

seriously　entertain　it；　yet　there　was　just　a　chance　that　if　he　got　

as　far　as　the　flirtation　stage　with　an　attractive　（and　attracted）　

girl　who　was　also　an　heiress；　the　sheer　perversity　of　his　nature　

might　carry　him　on　to　more　definite　courtship；　if　only　from　the　

desire　to　thrust　other　more　genuinely　enamoured　suitors　into　the　

background。　　It　was　a　forlorn　hope；　so　forlorn　that　the　idea　even　

crossed　her　mind　of　throwing　herself　on　the　mercy　of　her　BETE　

NOIRE；　Courtenay　Youghal；　and　trying　to　enlist　the　influence　which　

he　seemed　to　possess　over　Comus　for　the　purpose　of　furthering　her　

hurriedly　conceived　project。　　Anyhow；　the　dinner　promised　to　be　

more　interesting　than　she　had　originally　anticipated。



Lady　Caroline　was　a　professed　Socialist　in　politics；　chiefly；　it　

was　believed；　because　she　was　thus　enabled　to　disagree　with　most　of　

the　Liberals　and　Conservatives；　and　all　the　Socialists　of　the　day。　　

She　did　not　permit　her　Socialism；　however；　to　penetrate　below　

stairs；　her　cook　and　butler　had　every　encouragement　to　be　

Individualists。　　Francesca；　who　was　a　keen　and　intelligent　food　

critic；　harboured　no　misgivings　as　to　her　hostess's　kitchen　and　

cellar　departments；　some　of　the　human　side…dishes　at　the　feast　gave　

her　more　ground　for　uneasiness。　　Courtenay　Youghal；　for　instance；　

would　probably　be　brilliantly　silent；　her　brother　Henry　would　

almost　certainly　be　the　reverse。



The　dinner　party　was　a　large　one　and　Francesca　arrived　late　with　

little　time　to　take　preliminary　stock　of　the　guests；　a　card　with　

the　name；　〃Miss　de　Frey；〃　immediately　opposite　her　own　place　at　the　

other　side　of　the　table；　indicated；　however；　the　whereabouts　of　the　

heiress。　　It　was　characteristic　of　Francesca　that　she　first　

carefully　read　the　menu　from　end　to　end；　and　then　indulged　in　an　

equally　careful　though　less　open　scrutiny　of　the　girl　who　sat　

opposite　her；　the　girl　who　was　nobody　in　particular；　but　whose　

income　was　everything　that　could　be　desired。　　She　was　pretty　in　a　

restrained　nut…brown　fashion；　and　had　a　look　of　grave　reflective　

calm　that　probably　masked　a　speculative　unsettled　temperament。　　Her　

pose；　if　one　wished　to　be　critical；　was　just　a　little　too　

elaborately　careless。　　She　wore　some　excellently　set　rubies　with　

that　indefinable　air　of　having　more　at　home　that　is　so　difficult　to　

improvise。　　Francesca　was　distinctly　pleased　with　her　survey。



〃You　seem　interested　in　your　VIS…A…VIS；〃　said　Courtenay　Youghal。



〃I　almost　think　I've　seen　her　before；〃　said　Francesca；　〃her　face　

seems　familiar　to　me。〃



〃The　narrow　gallery　at　the　Louvre；　attributed　to　Leonardo　da　

Vinci；〃　said　Youghal。



〃Of　course；〃　said　Francesca；　her　feelings　divided　between　

satisfaction　at　capturing　an　elusive　impression　and　annoyance　that　

Youghal　should　have　been　her　helper。　　A　stronger　tinge　of　annoyance　

possessed　her　when　she　heard　the　voice　of　Henry　Greech　raised　in　

painful　prominence　at　Lady　Caroline's　end　of　the　table。



〃I　called　on　the　Trudhams　yesterday；〃　he　announced；　〃it　was　their　

Silver　Wedding；　you　know；　at　least　the　day　before　was。　　Such　lots　

of　silver　presents；　quite　a　show。　　Of　course　there　were　a　great　

many　duplicates；　but　still；　very　nice　to　have。　　I　think　they　were　

very　pleased　to　get　so　many。〃



〃We　must　not　grudge　them　their　show　of　presents　after　their　twenty…

five　years　of　married　life；〃　said　Lady　Caroline；　gently；　〃it　is　the　

silver　lining　to　their　cloud。〃



A　third　of　the　guests　present　were　related　to　the　Trudhams。



〃Lady　Caroline　is　beginning　well；〃　murmured　Courtenay　Youghal。



〃I　should　hardly　call　twenty…five　years　of　married　life　a　cloud；〃　

said　Henry　Greech；　lamely。



〃Don't　let's　talk　about　married　life；〃　said　a　tall　handsome　woman；　

who　looked　like　some　modern　painter's　conception　of　the　goddess　

Bellona；　〃it's　my　misfortune　to　write　eternally　about　husbands　and　

wives　and　their　variants。　　My　public　expects　it　of　me。　　I　do　so　

envy　journalists　who　can　write　about　plagues　and　strikes　and　

Anarchist　plots；　and　other　pleasing　things；　instead　of　being　tied　

down　to　one　stale　old　topic。〃



〃Who　is　that　woman　and　what　has　she　written？〃　Francesca　asked　

Youghal；　she　dimly　remembered　having　seen　her　at　one　of　Serena　

Golackly's　gatherings；　surrounded　by　a　little　Court　of　admirers。



〃I　forget　her　name；　she　has　a　villa　at　San　Remo　or　Mentone；　or　

somewhere　where　one　does　have　villas；　and　plays　an　extraordinary　

good　game　of　bridge。　　Also　she　has　the　reputation；　rather　rare　in　

your　sex；　of　being　a　wonderfully　sound　judge　of　wine。〃



〃But　what　has　she　written？〃



〃Oh；　several　novels　of　the　thinnish　ice　order。　　Her　last　one；　'The　

Woman　who　wished　it　was　Wednesday；'　has　been　banned　at　all　the　

libraries。　　I　expect　you've　read　it。〃



〃I　don't　see　why　you　should　think　so；〃　said　Francesca；　coldly。



〃Only　because　Comus　lent　me　your　copy　yesterday；〃　said　Youghal。　　He　

threw　back　his　handsome　head　and　gave　her　a　sidelong　glance　of　

quizzical　amusement。　　He　knew　that　she　hated　his　intimacy　with　

Comus；　and　he　was　secretly　rather　proud　of　his　influence　over　the　

boy；　shallow　and　negative　though　he　knew　it　to　be。　　It　had　been；　on　

his　part；　an　unsought　intimacy；　and　it　would　probably　fall　to　

pieces　the　moment　he　tried　seriously　to　take　up　the　ROLE　of　mentor。　　

The　fact　that　Comus's　mother　openly　disapproved　of　the　friendship　

gave　it　perhaps　its　chief　interest　in　the　young　politician's　eyes。



Francesca　turned　her　attention　to　her　brother's　end　of　the　table。　　

Henry　Greech　had　willingly　availed　himself　of　the　invitation　to　

leave　the　subject　of　married　life；　and　had　launched　forthwith　into　

the　equally　well…worn　theme　of　current　politics。　　He　was　not　a　

person　who　was　in　much　demand　for　public　meetings；　and　the　House　

showed　no　great　impatience　to　hear　his　views　on　the　topics　of　the　

moment；　its　impatience；　indeed；　was　manifested　rather　in　the　

opposite　direction。　　Hence　he　was　prone　to　unburden　himself　of　

accumulated　political　wisdom　as　occasion　presented　itself　…　

sometimes；　indeed；　to　assume　an　occasion　that　was　hardly　visible　to　

the　naked　intelligence。



〃Our　opponents　are　engaged　in　a　hopelessly　uphill　struggle；　and　

they　know　it；〃　he　chirruped；　defiantly；　〃they've　become　possessed；　

like　the　Gadarene　swine；　with　a　whole　legion　of　…　〃



〃Surely　the　Gadarene　swine　went　downhill；〃　put　in　Lady　Caroline　in　

a　gently　enquiring　voice。



Henry　Greech　hastily　abandoned　simile　and　fell　back　on　platitude　

and　the　safer　kinds　of　fact。



Francesca　did　not　regard　her　brother's　views　on　statecraft　either