"But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge."
"Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up———!"
"Which the Duchess never does?"—Lady Sandgate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. "She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?" She abounded genially in her privileged vision. "Ah yes—we know something of that!"
Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. "You too then?"
She wouldn't, however, too meanly narrow it down. "Well, in this house generally; where I'm so often made welcome, you see, and where———"
"Where," he broke in at once, "your jolly good footing quite sticks out of you, perhaps you'll let me say!"
She clearly didn't mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. "You
