Fall of a Great Reputation
of his personal relations, however nobly disguised from himself.
In the middle of these meditations Grant whispered in my ear what was perhaps the most startling of all interruptions.
"In the name of God, let's get away."
I have never known exactly in how odd a way this odd old man affected me. I only know that for some reason or other he so affected me that I was, within a few minutes, in the street outside.
"This," he said, "is a beastly but amusing affair."
"What is?" I asked, baldly enough.
"This affair. Listen to me, my old friend. Lord and Lady Beaumont have just invited you and me to a grand dinner-party this very night, at which Mr. Wimpole will be in all his glory. Well, there is nothing very extraordinary about that. The extraordinary thing is that we are not going."
"Well, really," I said, "it is already six o'clock, and I doubt if we could get home and dress. I see nothing extraordinary in the fact that we are not going."
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