said at once, in a slow, quiet
tone:
"I never heard my husband speak of you. Will you sit down?"
"And Mrs. Armour and Marion are not in? No, I suppose your husband did
not speak much of his old friends."
The attack was studied and cruel. But Lady Haldwell had been stung by
Mrs. Armour's remark, and it piqued her that this was possible.
"Well, yes, he spoke of some of his friends, but not of you."
"Indeed! That is strange."
"There was no necessity," said Mrs. Armour quietly.
"Of discussing me? I suppose not. But by some chance--"
"It was just as well, perhaps, not to anticipate the pleasure of our
meeting."
Lady Haldwell was surprised. She had not expected this cleverness.
They talked casually for a little time, the visitor trying in vain to
delicately give the conversation a personal turn. At last, a little
foolishly, she grew bolder, with a needless selfishness.
"So old a friend of your husband as I am, I am hopeful you and I may be
friends also."
Mrs. Armour saw the move.
"You are very kind," she said conventionally, and offered a cup of tea.
Lady Haldwell now ventured unwisely. She was nettled at the other's
self-possession.
"But then, in a way, I have been your friend for a long time, Mrs.
Armour."
The point was veiled in a vague tone, but Mrs. Armour understood. Her
reply was not wanting. "Any one who has been a friend to my husband has,
naturally, claims upon me."
Lady Haldwell, in spite of herself, chafed. There was a subtlety in the
woman before her not to be reckoned with lightly.
"And if an enemy?" she said, smiling.
A strange smile also flickered across Mrs. Armour's face as she said:
"If an enemy of my husband called, and was penitent, I should--offer her
tea, no doubt."
"That is, in this country; but in your own country, which, I believe,
is different, what would you do?" Mrs. Armour looked steadily and coldly
into her visitor's eyes.
"In my country enemies do not compel us to be polite."
"By calling on you?" Lady Haldwell was growing a little reckless.
"But then, that is a savage country. We are different here. I suppose,
however, your husband told you of these things, so that you were not
surprised. And when does he come? His stay is protracted. Let me see,
how long is it? Ah yes, near four years." Here she became altogether
reckless, which she regretted afterwards, for she knew, after all, what
was due herself. "He will comeback, I suppose?"
Lady Hald
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