Edith suddenly got up.
'You won't think it horrid of me, Bruce? I've got to go out for a few
minutes.'
'Oh no, no, no!' said Bruce. 'Certainly not. Do go, my dear girl. You'll
be back to dinner?'
'Dinner? Of course. It isn't a quarter to six.'
Her eyes were bright. She looked full of elasticity and spirit again.
'I quite forgot,' she said, 'something that I promised to do for Mrs
Mitchell. And she'll be disappointed if I don't.'
'I know what it is,' said Madame Frabelle archly. 'It's about that
Society for the Belgians,'--she lowered her voice--'I mean the
children's _lingerie_!'
'That's it,' said Edith gratefully. 'Well, I'll fly--and be back as soon
as I can.'
Bruce got up and opened the door for her.
'For heaven's sake don't treat me with ceremony, my dear Edith,' said
Madame Frabelle.
She made a little sign, as much as to say that she would look after
Bruce. But she was not very successful in expressing anything by a look
or a gesture. Edith had no idea what she meant. However, she nodded in
return, as if she fully comprehended, and then ran up to her room, put
on her hat, and, too impatient to wait while the servant called a cab,
walked as quickly as possible until she met one near the top of Sloane
Street.
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