Alpha Book

"Forgive you?" he repeated with a laugh of protest; "on the contrary, I
thank you. Mrs. Ruthven is one of the most charming women I know, if
that is what you mean?"
Looking after him as he made his way toward the cloak room: "The boy is
thoroughbred," she reflected cynically; "and the only amusement anybody
can get out of it will be at my expense! Rosamund is a perfect cat!"
* * * * *
He had sent for his cab, which, no doubt, was in line somewhere, wedged
among the ranks of carriages stretching east and west along the snowy
street; and he stood on the thick crimson carpet under the awning while
it was being summoned. A few people like himself were not staying for
the dance; others who had dined by prearrangement with other hostesses,
had now begun to arrive, and the confusion grew as coach and brougham
and motor came swaying up through the falling snow to deposit their
jewelled cargoes of silks and laces under the vast awning picketed by
policemen and lined with fur-swathed grooms and spindle-legged
chauffeurs in coats of pony-skin.


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