The Wilmington morning star., 1947-06-26
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tie on and then went on down the
passage.
She paused at her husbands
door and turned the handle, but
Sir Henry Angkatell, that able
administrator, knew his Lucy. He
was extremely fond Of her, but he
liked his morning sleep undis-
turbed. The door was locked.
Lady Angkatell went on into her
own room. She would have liked to
have consulted Henry, but later
would do. She stood by her open
window, looking out for a moment
or two, then she yawned. She got
into bed, laid her head ON the pill
low, and in two miutes was Sleep
ing like a child.
In the bathroom the kettle came
to the boil and went or boiling.
Another kettle gone, Mr.. Gud-
geon," said Simmons, the house
maid.
Gudgeon, the butler, shook his
gray head.
He took the burned-out kettle
from Simmons and, going into the
pantry, produced another kettle
from the bottom of the plate cub
board where he had a stock OF
half a dozen.
"1here you are, Miss Simmons.
Her ladyship will never know"
docs her ladyship often do this
kind of thing?" asked Simmons.
Gudgeon sighed.
Her ladyship," he said, "it at
once kind-hearted and very forget
full, if you know what I mean. But
in this house." he continued, II see
to it that everything possible is
done to spare her ladyship annoy
ance or worry"
Henrietta Savernake rolled up a
little strip of clay and patted it
into place. She was building up the
clay head of a girl with swift prac-
ticed skill.
In her ears, but penetrating only
to the edge of her understanding,
was the thin whine of a slightly
common voice:
"And 1 do think, Miss Saver
make that 1 was quite right!
Really 1 said, IF that's the line
you're going to take!" Because l
do think, Miss Savernake, that a
girl owes it to herself to make0a
stand about these sort Of things
if you know what I mean. I'm not
accustomed, l said, to having
things like that said to me, and /
can only say that you must have
a very nasty imagination!' One
does hate unpleasantness, but 1
do think 1 was right to make
a stand. don't you think, Miss
Savernake?"
"Oh, absolutely" said Henrietta
with a fervor in her voice which
might have led someone who knew
her well to suspect that she had
not been listening very closely.
And if your wife says things
of that kind I said, well, I'm sure
1 can't help it! I don't know how
is Miss Savernake, but it seems to
be trouble wherever I 60, and I'm
sure it's not my fault. I mean, men
are so susceptible, aren't they"
The model gave a coqupettish little
giggle.
"Frightfully," said Henrietta,
her eyes halt closed.
Lovely" she was thinking
"Lovely that plane just below the
eyelid-and the other plane com
ing up to meet it. That angle by
the Jaws wrong. I must scrape
off there and build UP again. It's
tricky"
Aloud she said in her warm
Sympathetic voice:
1T must have been most diff
cult for you"
81 do think jealousy's So unfair,
Miss Savernake, and 50 narrow, II
o know what I mean. It's just
envy, if I may say so, because
someone's better looking and
younger than they are"
Henrietta, working on the jaw.
said absently. eyes, of course"
She had learned the trick, years
ago, Of shutting her mind into
water = tight compartments. She
could play a game Of bridge, con-
duct an intelligent conversation,
write a clearly constructed letter,
all without giving more than a
fraction of her essential mind to
the task. She was now complete
ly intent OF seeing the head of
Nausicca build itself up under her
fingers, and the thin spiteful
stream of chatter issuing from
those very lovely childish lips pen
etrated not at all into the deeper
recesses of her mind. She kept the
conversation going without effort.
She was used to models who want
ed 10 talk. Not so much the pro-
fessional ones-ft was the amatu-
ers who, uneasy at their forced
inactivity Of limb, made up for it
by bursting into garrulous self
revelation. So an inconspicuous
part of Henrietta listened and re-
piled, and, very far and remote,
the real Henrietta commented:
"N"