"
"What?" he cried excitedly.
"Tell me! Tell me!"
"Just tell me how you met her."
She told him in short words; she was reluctant to make a confidant
of the man who had ravished her lips; she was dimly conscious that
he may have had a remote excuse for his behaviour. When she had
done, he said:
"Mrs Hamilton is one of the worst women in London. She'd have been
'run in' long ago if she weren't so rich and if her clients weren't
so influential."
Mavis looked at him wide-eyed.
"That chap at dinner, didn't, you know he was Lord Kegworth? If you
don't, you must have heard of the rotten life he's led."
"But--" stammered Mavis.
"Have you seen any photographs since you've been here?"
"Just now--these."
"She's their agent, go between. Here! What am I telling you? You can
thank your stars you've met me."
Mavis's frightened eyes looked into his.
"I'm going to get you out of it."
"You?"
"There's not a moment to lose. Get on your things and clear out."
"But Mrs Hamilton--"
"She's busy for a moment. Slip on something over your dress and join
me outside the drawing-room. If anyone interferes with you, shout.
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