Mrs.Roby was silent for a moment; then she replied with lowered lids: "No--but a friend of mine did; a very brilliant man; and he told me it was best for women--not to..."A shudder ran around the room.Mrs.Leveret coughed so that the parlour-maid, who was handing the cigarettes, should not hear; Miss Van Vluyck's face took on a nauseated expression, and Mrs.Plinth looked as if she were passing some one she did not care to bow to.But the most remarkable result of Mrs.Roby's words was the effect they produced on the Lunch Club's distinguished guest.Osric Dane's impassive features suddenly melted to an expression of the warmest human sympathy, and edging her chair toward Mrs.Roby's she asked: "Did he really? And--didyou find he was right?"
Mrs.Ballinger, in whom annoyance at Mrs.Roby's unwonted assumption of prominence was beginning to displace gratitude for the aid she had rendered, could not consent to her being allowed, by such dubious means, to monopolise the attention of their guest.If Osric Dane had not enough self-respect to resent Mrs.Roby's flippancy, at least the Lunch Club would do so in the person of its President.
Mrs.Ballinger laid her hand on Mrs.Roby's arm."We must not forget," she said with a frigid amiability, "that absorbing as Xingu is to US, it may be less interesting to--""Oh, no, on the contrary, I assure you," Osric Dane energetically intervened.
"--to others," Mrs.Ballinger finished firmly; "and we must not allow our little meeting to end without persuading Mrs.Dane to say a few words to us on a subject which, to-day, is much more present in all our thoughts.I refer, of course, to 'The Wings of Death.'"The other members, animated by various degrees of the same sentiment, and encouraged by the humanised mien of their redoubtable guest, repeated after Mrs.Ballinger: "Oh, yes, you really MUST talk to us a little about your book."Osric Dane's expression became as bored, though not as haughty, as when her work had been previously mentioned.But before she could respond to Mrs.Ballinger's request, Mrs.Roby had risen from her seat, and was pulling her veil down over her frivolous nose.
"I'm so sorry," she said, advancing toward her hostess with outstretched hand, "but before Mrs.Dane begins I think I'd better run away.Unluckily, as you know, I haven't read her books, so I should be at a terrible disadvantage among you all; and besides, I've an engagement to play bridge."If Mrs.Roby had simply pleaded her ignorance of Osric Dane's works as a reason for withdrawing, the Lunch Club, in view of her recent prowess, might have approved such evidence of discretion; but to couple this excuse with the brazen announcement that she was foregoing the privilege for the purpose of joining a bridge- party, was only one moreinstance of her deplorable lack of discrimination.
The ladies were disposed, however, to feel that her departure-- now that she had performed the sole service she was ever likely to render them--would probably make for greater order and dignity in the impending discussion, besides relieving them of the sense of self-distrust which her presence always mysteriously produced.Mrs.Ballinger therefore restricted herself to a formal murmur of regret, and the other members were just grouping themselves comfortably about Osric Dane when the latter, to their dismay, started up from the sofa on which she had been deferentially enthroned.
"Oh wait--do wait, and I'll go with you!" she called out to Mrs.Roby; and, seizing the hands of the disconcerted members, she administered a series of farewell pressures with the mechanical haste of a railway- conductor punching tickets.
"I'm so sorry--I'd quite forgotten--" she flung back at them from the threshold; and as she joined Mrs.Roby, who had turned in surprise at her appeal, the other ladies had the mortification of hearing her say, in a voice which she did not take the pains to lower: "If you'll let me walk a little way with you, I should so like to ask you a few more questions about Xingu..."III
The incident had been so rapid that the door closed on the departing pair before the other members had had time to understand what was happening.Then a sense of the indignity put upon them by Osric Dane's unceremonious desertion began to contend with the confused feeling that they had been cheated out of their due without exactly knowing how or why.
There was an awkward silence, during which Mrs.Ballinger, with a perfunctory hand, rearranged the skilfully grouped literature at which her distinguished guest had not so much as glanced; then Miss Van Vluyck tartly pronounced: "Well, I can't say that I consider Osric Dane's departure a great loss."This confession crystallised the fluid resentment of the other members, and Mrs.Leveret exclaimed: "I do believe she came on purpose to be nasty!"It was Mrs.Plinth's private opinion that Osric Dane's attitude toward the Lunch Club might have been very different had it welcomed her in the majestic setting of the Plinth drawing-rooms; but not liking to reflect on the inadequacy of Mrs.Ballinger's establishment she sought a round-about satisfaction in depreciating her savoir faire.
"I said from the first that we ought to have had a subject ready.It's what always happens when you're unprepared.Now if we'd only got up Xingu--"The slowness of Mrs.Plinth's mental processes was always allowed for by the Club; but this instance of it was too much for Mrs.Ballinger's equanimity.
