CHAPTER 11"'Pon my soul, Minnie, I can't understand you." Lord Medchester stared at his wife I and then rubbed his domed forehead with his hands, forgetful of the fact that he had no hair. His baldness was a continual marvel to Lord Medchester.
Lady Medchester sighed. It was obvious in spite of her make-up that she had grown considerably paler of late. She was thinner, too, and her eyes had a haunted, terrified look as she gazed round.
"How much longer is this girl Stainer going to stay here?" Lord Medchester pursued.
Lady Medchester did not look at him; she turned her head away.
"Oh, not long. She is going on to Anne very soon."
"I wonder whether Burford will stand her," his lordship commented.
"Well, she is going to marry Harold," Lady Medchester said gravely.
Her husband shrugged
