Her love for her home, for her
treasured household possessions, and her pleasant social life was able to
expand once more in present security, and feed on future hope. She was
still young enough to count four or five years as a long time, and
to-night she was optimistic enough to prophesy smooth things of the
future that lay beyond that span. Of the fourth act, with its carefully
held back but obviously imminent reconciliation between the leading
characters, she took in but little, except that she vaguely understood it
to have a happy ending. As the lights went up she looked round on the
dispersing audience with a feeling of friendliness uppermost in her mind;
even the sight of Elaine de Frey and Courtenay Youghal leaving the
theatre together did not inspire her with a tenth part of the annoyance
that their entrance had caused her. Serena’s invitation to go on to the
Savoy for supper fitted in exactly with her mood of exhilaration. It
would be a fit and appropriate wind-up to an auspicious evening. The
cold chicken and modest brand of Chablis waiting for her at home should
give way to a banquet of more festive nature.
In the crush of the vestibule, friends and enemies, personal and
political, were jostled and locked together in the general effort to
rejoin temporarily estranged garments and secure the attendance of
elusive vehicles. Lady Caroline found herself at close quarters with the
estimable Henry Greech, and experienced some of the joy which comes to
the homeward wending sportsman when a chance shot presents itself on
which he may expend his remaining cartridges.
“So the Government is going to climb down, after all,” she said, with a
provocative assumption of private information on the subject.
“I assure you the Government will do nothing of the kind,” replied the
Member of Parliament with befitting dignity; “the Prime Minister told me
last night that under no circumstances—”
“My dear Mr. Greech,” said Lady Caroline, “we all know that Prime
Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they
sometimes live apart.”
For her, at any rate, the comedy had had a happy ending.
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