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Ah! the world would be much more amusing presently, and she
meanwhile was growing old.
Her drawing-rooms on the evening of June 13th were crowded with
representatives of Society. Lashmar arrived about ten o'clock, and
his hostess had soon introduced him to two or three persons of
political note, with each of whom be exchanged phrases of such
appalling banality that he had much ado not to laugh in his
interlocutor's face. The swelling current moved him along; he could
only watch countenances and listen to dialogues as foolish as those
in which he had taken part; a dizzying babblement filled the air,
heavy with confusion of perfumes. Presently, having circled his way
back towards the stair-head, he caught sight of Lord Dymchurch, who
had newly entered; their eyes met, but Dymchurch, who wore a very
absent look, gave no sign of recognition. Dyce pressed forward.
"I hoped I might meet you here," he said.
The other started, smiled nervously, and spoke in a confused way.
"I thought it likely. Of course you know a great many of these
people?"
"Oh, a few.


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