Sir Joseph
Graybrooke, taking Turlington's hand, led him eagerly to their host.
The talk in the dining-room had turned on finance. Lord Winwood was not
quite satisfied with some of his foreign investments; and Sir Joseph's
"dear Richard" was the very man to give him a little sound advice. The
three laid their heads together in a corner. Launce (watching them)
slyly pressed Natalie's hand. A renowned "virtuoso" had arrived, and
was thundering on the piano. The attention of the guests generally was
absorbed in the performance. A fairer chance of sending Launce for
the fan could not possibly have offered itself. While the financial
discussion was still proceeding, the married lovers were ensconced
together alone in the boudoir.
Lady Winwood (privately observant of their absence) kept her eye on the
corner, watching Richard Turlington.
He was talking earnestly--with his back toward the company. He neither
moved nor looked round. It came to Lord Winwood's turn to speak.
He preserved the same position, listening. Sir Joseph took up the
conversation next.
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