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'I think she must spend her life on the landing,
listening for arrivals and departures.'
'I had a kind of vague idea that Smithson would call to-day. He was so
fussy about those tickets for the Metzikoff recital. I hate pianoforte
recitals, and I detest that starched old duchess, but I suppose I shall
have to take you there--or poor Smithson will be miserable,' said Lady
Kirkbank, watching Lesbia keenly over the top of the newspaper.
She expected Lesbia to confide in her, to announce herself blushingly as
the betrothed of one of the richest commoners in England. But Lesbia sat
gazing dreamily across the flowers in the balcony at the house over the
way, and said never a word; so Lady Kirkbank's curiosity burst into
speech.
'Well, my dear, has he proposed? There was something in his manner last
night when he put on your wraps that made me think the crisis was near.'
'The crisis is come and is past, and Mr. Smithson and I are just as good
friends as ever.'
'What!' screamed Lady Kirkbank. 'Do you mean to tell me that you have
refused him?'
'Certainly.


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