It was observable that this was not a congregation of
fashionable or artistic people; for the women were dressed quietly, and
the men were mostly old and white-haired. It was also dimly perceptible
that there was a larger proportion of brain in the room than is allotted
to the merely fashionable, or to that shallow mixture of the dramatic
and pictorial, which is usually designated the artistic world. Moreover,
scraps of conversation reached the ear that led the hearer to conclude
that the house was in its way a miniature Babel.
The two men separated on the threshold, and Deulin went forward to shake
hands with a tall, white-haired woman, who was the centre of a vivacious
group. Over the heads of her guests this lady had already perceived
Cartoner, who was making his way more slowly through the crowd. He
seemed to have more friends there than Deulin. Lady Orlay at length
went to meet Cartoner, and as they shook hands, one of those slight and
indefinable family resemblances which start up at odd moments became
visible.
"I want you particularly to-morrow night," said the lady; "I have some
people coming. I will send a card to your club this evening."
And she turned to say good-bye to a departing guest.
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