"
In the middle of the prayers--which Effie did not remember as well as
she might have done--the parlourmaid arrived again.
"Please, sir, her ladyship----"
"Tell her ladyship I am coming, and that if she is in a hurry she can go
to dinner! Go on, love."
Then he kissed her and put her to bed again.
"Daddy," said Effie, as he was going, "shall I see auntie Beatrice any
more?"
"I hope so, dear."
"And shall you see her any more? You want to see her, don't you, daddy?
She did love you very much!"
Geoffrey could bear it no longer. The truth is always sharper when it
comes from the mouth of babes and sucklings. With a hurried good-night
he fled.
In the little drawing-room he found Lady Honoria, very well dressed, and
also her friend, whose name was Mr. Dunstan. Geoffrey knew him at once
for an exceedingly wealthy man of small birth, and less breeding, but
a burning and a shining light in the Garsington set. Mr. Dunstan was
anxious to raise himself in society, and he thought that notwithstanding
her poverty, Lady Honoria might be useful to him in this respect.
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