"Oh, yes."
"Chetwode dear, you know the horses will be out all the afternoon. I thought I"d have the carriage just to _take_ me to the party and come home in a cab--it"s only round the corner. Is there any off-chance of your coming to fetch me? Oh _do_! You really might!"
"No," said Chetwode. He added, "No doubt Wilton will see you home."
She looked up quickly. Was there a tone of irony in his voice? Could he be a shade jealous? How delightful!
"Why, I can come home alone," she said. "It"s not sure that Bertie and I will both want to leave at the same time."
"But I should think it"s on the cards," said Chetwode, rather coldly.
"No use bothering you to come?"
"None at all. Who does the hostess at Jasmyn"s parties?"
"Oh, Bertie"s mother, Lady Nora Wilton, you know."
"I see."
"Did you think," said Felicity, laughing, "that it would be Agatha, Mrs.
Wilkinson?"
"Oh--you mean the woman who"s so fond of horses. Why, is she a friend of Vere"s?"
"Some people say so, of course I don"t know."
"I always see her," said Chetwode, "at races, with Bobby Henderson."
"Oh yes," said Felicity, "but that"s only intellectual sympathy! I can"t see the point of Bobby Henderson, can you? Vera likes him so much too."
"There _is_ no point about him. He"s just the usual sporting, stupid guardsman."
Felicity lit her husband"s cigarette and left him.
Her dress this afternoon had been very carefully thought out to contrast with Vera"s.
Vera was dressed in dull flame colour, becoming to her white skin and black hair. Felicity was in black and white. She wore a white hat, with a black velvet bow, and one enormous gardenia. It was impossible not to be pleased at Bertie"s suppressed enthusiasm when she arrived. He was so fastidious about clothes, and she knew she was a real success to-day.
"Oh, Felicity, isn"t it too _horrible_? The chief person can"t come!"
Vera was fluttering a telegram and evidently trying not to cry. "The _great_ tenor, you know." She turned to Wilton. "Isn"t it cruel at the last minute?"
"Oh, don"t worry, darling. Most likely no one will notice it--you see you kept it dark as a surprise, luckily," said Felicity.
"And it _is_ a surprise--to me!" said Vera.
"Oh, isn"t the little harpy infant phenomenon coming?" asked Felicity.
"Oh yes, _that"s_ all right; he"s here now, playing draughts with his mother in my room to prevent him getting nervous; and eating bread and jam. Thank goodness for that!"
"Oh, what sort of jam?" asked Wilton eagerly. "Pray don"t keep it from me! Raspberry, greengage--_please_ tell me, Mrs. Ogilvie!"
"Why, what _can_ it matter?"
"It matters enormously."
"One would think you were a reporter," said Felicity.
"I"m not. I"m only a psychologist."
"Same thing," said Felicity.
"Well, anyhow, it"s marmalade--so there!" said Vera.
"Oh, how delightful," exclaimed Wilton; "to match his hair, of course.
Of course it"s his mother"s idea though. What a good mother she must be!"
"Oh, here he is, at last. Where are his wings?"
The boy, with his white suit and golden hair and small harp, looked, literally, angelic. There was a murmur of admiration.
"There oughtn"t to be a dry eye in the room when he plays Schumann,"
said Felicity; "and fancy, Savile wouldn"t come because he said he would long to kick him, and he was afraid Vera wouldn"t like it."
"I rather agree with Vera there," said Bertie.
"No one would like, at one"s musical party, to have one"s artists kicked!"
"Everything is all right," said Felicity, as she smiled and bowed to some one.
"Why is everything all right? You gave one of your _special_ smiles just now! Who was it?"
"De Valdez. It"s rather jolly of him to have come here to-day. He was expected at the Spanish Emba.s.sy."
"Probably going on afterwards."
"Possibly not," said Felicity.
"I admit I admire De Valdez very much," said Wilton. "Caring for nothing on earth but music and philosophy, and the kindest-hearted man in the world, he has been literally hounded into society by admiring women, and all the fuss about him hasn"t spoilt him a bit; he would keep a royal party waiting for luncheon while he ran down to Bedford Park to spend the day with an old friend."
"The point is," said Felicity calmly, "that he"s a genius."
"Oh, is he? I don"t know much about music," said Wilton rather jealously.
"I know you don"t."
"The point is, that he"s remarkably handsome," said Bertie.