took these flying leaps, and she alighted, as her victim must have phrased it to himself, without turning a hair. "Don't you know you have? Just look at that!" She thrust her enamel before him, but he took it and held it so blankly, with an attention so absorbed in the mere woman, that at the sight of his manner her zeal for his interest and her pity for his detachment again flashed out. "Don't you know anything? Why, it's Limoges!"
Clement Yule simply broke into a laugh—though his laugh indeed was comprehensive. "It seems absurd, but I'm not in the least acquainted with my house. I've never happened to see it."
She seized his arm. "Then do let me show it to you!"
"I shall be delighted." His laughter had redoubled in a way that spoke of his previous tension; yet his tone, as he saw Chivers return breathless from the front, showed that he had responded sincerely enough to desire a clear field. "Who in the world's there?"
The old man was full of it. "A party!"
"A party?"
Chivers confessed to the worst. "Over from Gossage—to see the house."
