THE TWO FACES
"No; she wouldn't in that case have been so beautiful."
"Beautiful?" cried Miss Banker; "overloaded like a monkey in a show!"
"The face, yes; which goes to the heart. It's that that makes it," said Shirley Sutton. "And it's that"—he thought it out—"that makes the other."
"I see. Conscious?"
"Horrible!"
"You take it hard," said Miss Banker.
Lord Gwyther, just before she spoke, had come in sight and now was near them. Sutton on this, appearing to wish to avoid him, reached, before answering his companion's observation, a door that opened close at hand. "So hard," he replied from that point, "that I shall be off to-morrow morning."
"And not see the rest?" she called after him.
But he had already gone, and Lord Gwyther, arriving, amiably took up her question. "The rest of what?"
Miss Banker looked him well in the eyes. "Of Mrs. Grantham's clothes."
