THE TWO FACES
pressive face—which immediately brought Shirley Sutton, looking at his watch, once more to his feet.
"She is the best woman in London!" He addressed himself with a laugh to the other visitor, but offered his hand in farewell to their hostess.
"You're going?"
"I must," he said without scruple.
"Then we do meet at dinner?"
"I hope so." On which, to take leave, he returned with interest to Lord Gwyther the friendly clutch he had a short time before received.
II
They did meet at dinner, and if they were not, as it happened, side by side, they made that up afterwards in the happiest angle of a drawing-room that offered both shine and shadow and that was positively much appreciated, in the circle in which they moved, for the favourable "corners" created by its shrewd mistress. Her face, charged with something produced in it by Lord Gwyther's visit, had been with him so constantly for the previous hours that, when she instantly challenged him on his "treatment" of her in the afternoon, he was on the point of naming it as his reason for not having remained with her. Something new had quickly come into her beauty; he couldn't as yet have said what, nor whether on the whole to its advantage or its loss. Till he could make up his mind about that, at any rate, he would say nothing; so that, with sufficient presence of mind, he found a better excuse. If in short he had in defiance of her particular request left her alone with Lord Gwyther, it was simply because the situation had suddenly turned so exciting that he had fairly feared the contagion of it—the temptation of its making him, most improperly, put in his word.
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