'You will only go for a little walk, won't you?' 'I might go to the club for half an hour. I shall see. Good night, dear.' 'Good night.' He came back to say, in a rather mysterious voice-- 'What were Nurse's exact words?' 'Oh, she said, "Miss Verney seemed to be carrying on anyhow with a young gentleman in Kensington Gardens," and then she said it was Mr Reeve, that's all.' 'Disgusting! Horrible!' He went out and banged the door. Edith went to the telephone. CHAPTER XIV Lady Cannon's Visit Lady Cannon got up one morning earlier than usual and tried on a dress of last season, which she found was a little too tight. For this, naturally, she blamed her maid with some severity. She then dressed rather hurriedly and went all over the house, touching little ornaments with the tip of her finger, saying that the pictures in the drawing-room were crooked, and that nothing had been properly dusted. Having sent for the housemaid and scolded her, and given the second footman notice, she felt better, but was still sufficiently in what is expressively called a bad temper to feel an inclination to do disagreeable duties, so she made up her mind to call and see her husband's ward, and tell her something she would not like to hear. For Hyacinth she always felt a curious mixture of chronic anger, family pride, and admiring disapproval, which combination she had never yet discovered to be a common form of vague jealousy. Lady Cannon arrived about three o'clock, pompously dressed in tight purple velvet and furs. She thought she saw two heads appear at the studio window and then vanish, but was told that Miss Verney was out. Prompted by a determination not to be baffled, she said she would get out and write a note, and was shown to the drawing-room. Anne, in a peculiarly hideous and unnecessary apron of black alpaca, came in, bringing a little writing-case. 'Oh! Miss Yeo, as you're there, I needn't write the letter. You can give Hyacinth a message for me.' 'Certainly, Lady Cannon.' 'How is it that she is out at this extraordinary hour?' 'Is there anything extraordinary about the hour?' asked Anne, looking at the clock. 'It's three; somehow I always regard three as a particularly ordinary hour.' 'I differ from you, Miss Yeo.' 'Anyhow, it happens every day,' murmured Anne. 'Was Hyacinth out to lunch?' said Lady Cannon. 'No--no. She lunched at home.' 'Do you think she'll be long?' 'Oh, no; I shouldn't think she would be many minutes.' 'Then I think I'll wait.' '_Do_,' said Anne cordially. 'I wanted to speak to her. Considering she's my husband's ward, I see very, very little of Hyacinth, Miss Yeo.' 'Yes, she was saying the other day that you hardly ever called now,' Anne said conciliatingly. 'Has she been quite well lately?' 'Oh, do you know, she's been so well,' said Anne, in a high, affected voice, which she knew was intensely irritating. 'So very, very well!' Anne then stood up.