Chapter 33
It would have puzzled anybody, except, perhaps, Lady Cynthia
herself, to have detected the slightest alteration in Sir Timothy’s
demeanour during the following day, when he made fitful appearances
at The Sanctuary, or at the dinner which was served a little
earlier than usual, before his final departure for the scene of the
festivities. Once he paused in the act of helping himself to some
dish and listened for a moment to the sound of voices in the hall,
and when a taxicab drove up he set down his glass and again
betrayed some interest.
“The maid with my frock, thank heavens!” Lady Cynthia announced,
glancing out of the window. “My last anxiety is removed. I am
looking forward now to a wonderful night.”
“You may very easily be disappointed,” her host warned her. “My
