“Do you like music-halls? I have always heard they were so vulgar.”
“Vulgarity is surely preferable to popularity. The theatre is merely popular.”
While Harding was thus exerting himself with epigram, Fletcher stood tall and slender, with a grey overcoat hanging over his arm, and his intense eyes fixed on Lady Seveley. His gaze troubled her, and when he withdrew his eyes she looked at him, anticipant and fearing. He spoke to her until Frank, feeling that he was receding out of all interest and attention, said abruptly, “If you will come now, Lady Seveley, I think I shall be able to get you your carriage. May I see you home?” he said, holding the door.
“No thank you, I will not take you out of your way. Go home at once and get rested, and come and see me one of these days; don’t forget.”
