Lady Winwood took the fan from Launce with one
hand, and took Natalie's arm with the other.
"There is your fan, my dear," she said, in her easy off-hand manner.
"Why do you allow these two barbarous men to keep you here while the
great Bootmann is playing the Nightmare Sonata in the next room? Launce!
Mr. Turlington! follow me, and learn to be musical directly! You have
only to shut your eyes, and you will fancy you hear four modern German
composers playing, instead of one, and not the ghost of a melody among
all the four." She led the way out with Natalie, and whispered, "Did he
catch you?" Natalie whispered back, "I heard him in time. He only caught
us looking for the fan." The two men waited behind to have two words
together alone in the boudoir.
"This doesn't end here, Mr. Linzie!"
Launce smiled satirically. "For once I agree with you," he answered. "It
doesn't end here, as you say."
Lady Winwood stopped, and looked back at them from the drawing-room
door. They were keeping her waiting--they had no choice but to follow
the mistress of the house.
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