"Dear Lady Glencora," whispered the Duchess, in an ecstasy of agony. Lady Glencora turned and bowed her head to her stout friend. "Do let me go away with you. There's that woman, Mrs. Conway Sparkes, coming, and you know how I hate her." She had nothing to do but to take the Duchess under her wing, and they passed into the large room together. It is, I think, more than probable that Mrs. Conway Sparkes had been brought in by Lady Monk as the only way of removing the Duchess from her stool.
Just within the dancing-room Lady Glencora found her husband, standing in a corner, looking as though he were making calculations.
"I'm going away," said he, coming up to her. "I only just came because I said I would. Shall you be late?"

"Dear Lady Glencora," whispered the Duchess, in an ecstasy of agony. Lady Glencora turned to her. "Do let me go away with you. There's that woman, Mrs. Conway Sparkes, coming, and you know how I hate her."
She had to take the Duchess under her wing, and they passed into the large room together. It is, I think, probable that Mrs. Conway Sparkes had been brought in by Lady Monk as the only way of removing the Duchess.
In the dancing-room Lady Glencora found her husband standing in a corner, looking as though he were making calculations.
"I'm going," said he, coming up to her. "I only came because I said I would. Will you be late?"
