"I am glad, at any rate," Lady Enterdean declared, "that they have found
their way to London. I shall make a point of calling on them myself
tomorrow. Now, Paul, you must go and play bridge. They are waiting for
you. Don't bother about me --I'll amuse myself quite well strolling round
and talking to my friends." I made up a rubber of bridge, chiefly with the
idea of distracting my thoughts. Presently, while my partner was playing
the hand, I rose and crossed the room to the sideboard for some
cigarettes. I found Lady Enterdean peering about with her lorgnette fixed
to her eyes, apparently searching for something.
"Lost anything, Lady Enterdean?" I asked.
"A most extraordinary thing has happened, my dear Paul!" she declared,
resting her hand on the bosom of her gown. "I am perfectly certain it was
there a quarter of an hour ago--my cameo brooch, you know, the one that
old Sir Henry brought home from Italy."
"Too large to lose anyway," I remarked cheerfully as I joined in the
search.
We pulled aside a table and I almost collided with one of my most
distinguished guests--Sir Blaydon Harrison, K.C.B. Sir Blaydon also, with
an eyeglass in his eye, was moving discontentedly backward and forward,
kicking the carpet.
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