112 THE SILVER FOX 



trt^es stood on the high ground, grey and 

 straight and rigid beside the lavish rush 

 and confusion. 



Lady Susan was leaning against one of 

 the fir-trees, smoking her cigarette, and 

 looking fixedly and dreamily at the water ; 

 Glasgow, with her fur-lined coat on his arm, 

 was standing very close to her, looking as if 

 he had said something to which she had not 

 as yet replied. She did not move when 

 Slaney and Bunbury joined them, and was 

 unafiectedly uninterested in general convers- 

 ation. Slaney had never thought her so 

 handsome ; her eyes seemed to look out of 

 her heart and into a remote place unseen of 

 others, instead of summing up things around 

 her with her wonted practical glance. 



It was against all theories of woman-kind, 

 yet the fact remained that Slaney liked 

 Ladv Susan. 



