〃You must be mad！〃 cried Lady Caroline。 〃Your only daughter and a man nobody knows anything about！〃
〃Quite！〃 said Percy。
Lord Marshmoreton seized his advantage with the skill of an adroit debater。
〃That's where you're wrong。 I know all about him。 He's a very rich man。 You heard the way all those people at dinner behaved when they heard his name。 Very celebrated man！ Makes thousands of pounds a year。 Perfectly suitable match in every way。〃
〃It is not a suitable match；〃 said Lady Caroline vehemently。 〃I don't care whether this Mr。 Bevan makes thousands of pounds a year or twopence…ha'penny。 The match is not suitable。 Money is not everything。〃
She broke off。 A knock had e on the door。 The door opened； and Billie Dore came in。 A kind…hearted girl； she had foreseen that Lord Marshmoreton might be glad of a change of subject at about this time。
〃Would you like me to help you tonight？〃 she asked brightly。 〃I thought I would ask if there was anything you wanted me to do。〃
Lady Caroline snatched hurriedly at her aristocratic calm。 She resented the interruption acutely； but her manner； when she spoke； was bland。
〃Lord Marshmoreton will not require your help tonight；〃 she said。 〃He will not be working。〃
〃Good night；〃 said Billie。
〃Good night；〃 said Lady Caroline。
Percy scowled a valediction。
〃Money；〃 resumed Lady Caroline； 〃is immaterial。 Maud is in no position to be obliged to marry a rich man。 What makes the thing impossible is that Mr。 Bevan is nobody。 He es from nowhere。 He has no social standing whatsoever。〃
〃Don't see it；〃 said Lord Marshmoreton。 〃The fellow's a thoroughly decent fellow。 That's all that matters。〃
〃How can you be so pig…headed！ You are talking like an imbecile。 Your secretary； Miss Dore； is a nice girl。 But how would you feel if Percy were to e to you and say that he was engaged to be married to her？〃
〃Exactly！〃 said Percy。 〃Quite！〃
Lord Marshmoreton rose and moved to the door。 He did it with a certain dignity； but there was a strange hunted expression in his eyes。
〃That would be impossible；〃 he said。
〃Precisely；〃 said his sister。 〃I am glad that you admit it。〃
Lord Marshmoreton had reached the door； and was standing holding the handle。 He seemed to gather strength from its support。
〃I've been meaning to tell you about that；〃 he said。
〃About what？〃
〃About Miss Dore。 I married her myself last Wednesday；〃 said Lord Marshmoreton； and disappeared like a diving duck。
CHAPTER 26。
At a quarter past four in the afternoon； two days after the memorable dinner…party at which Lord Marshmoreton had behaved with so notable a lack of judgment； Maud sat in Ye Cosy Nooke； waiting for Geoffrey Raymond。 He had said in his telegram that he would meet her there at four…thirty： but eagerness had brought Maud to the tryst a quarter of an hour ahead of time： and already the sadness of her surroundings was causing her to regret this impulsiveness。 Depression had settled upon her spirit。 She was aware of something that resembled foreboding。
Ye Cosy Nooke； as its name will immediately suggest to those who know their London； is a tea…shop in Bond Street； conducted by distressed gentlewomen。 In London； when a gentlewoman bees distressedwhich she seems to do on the slightest provocationshe collects about her two or three other distressed gentlewomen； forming a quorum； and starts a tea…shop in the West…End； which she calls Ye Oak Leaf； Ye Olde Willow…Pattern； Ye Linden…Tree； or Ye Snug Harbour； according to personal taste。 There； dressed in Tyrolese； Japanese； Norwegian； or some other exotic costume； she and her associates administer refreshments of an afternoon with a proud languor calculated to knock the nonsense out of the cheeriest customer。 Here you will find none of the coarse bustle and efficiency of the rival establishments of Lyons and Co。； nor the glitter and gaiety of Rumpelmayer's。 These places have an atmosphere of their own。 They rely for their effect on an insufficiency of light； an almost total lack of ventilation； a property chocolate cake which you are not supposed to cut； and the sad aloofness of their ministering angels。 It is to be doubted whether there is anything in the world more damping to the spirit than a London tea…shop of this kind； unless it be another London tea…shop of the same kind。
Maud sat and waited。 Somewhere out of sight a kettle bubbled in an undertone； like a whispering pessimist。 Across the room two distressed gentlewomen in fancy dress leaned against the wall。 They； too； were whispering。 Their expressions suggested that they looked on life as low and wished they were well out of it； like the body upstairs。 One assumed that there was a body upstairs。 One cannot help it at these places。 One's first thought on entering is that the lady assistant will approach one and ask in a hushed voice 〃Tea or chocolate？ And would you care to view the remains？〃
Maud looked at her watch。 It was twenty past four。 She could scarcely believe that she had only been there five minutes； but the ticking of the watch assured her that it had not stopped。 Her depression deepened。 Why had Geoffrey told her to meet him in a cavern of gloom like this instead of at the Savoy？ She would have enjoyed the Savoy。 But here she seemed to have lost beyond recovery the first gay eagerness with which she had set out to meet the man she loved。
Suddenly she began to feel frightened。 Some evil spirit； possibly the kettle； seemed to whisper to her that she had been foolish in ing here； to cast doubts on what she had hitherto regarded as the one rock…solid fact in the world； her love for Geoffrey。 Could she have changed since those days in Wales？ Life had been so confusing of late。 In the vividness of recent happenings those days in Wales seemed a long way off； and she herself different from the girl of a year ago。 She found herself thinking about George Bevan。
It was a curious fact that； the moment she began to think of George Bevan； she felt better。 It was as if she had lost her way in a wilderness and had met a friend。 There was something so capable； so soothing about George。 And how well he had behaved at that last interview。 George seemed somehow to be part of her life。 She could not imagine a life in which he had no share。 And he was at this moment； probably； packing to return to America； and she would never see him again。 Something stabbed at her heart。 It was as if she were realizing now for the first time that he was really going。
She tried to rid herself of the ache at her heart by thinking of Wales。 She closed her eyes； and found that that helped her to remember。 With her eyes shut； she could bring it all backthat rainy day； the graceful； supple figure that had e to her out of the mist； those walks over the hills 。 。 。 If only Geoffrey would e！ It was the sight of him that she needed。
〃There you are！〃
Maud opened her eyes with a start。 The voice had sounded like Geoffrey's。 But it was a stranger who stood by the table。 And not a particularly prepossessing stranger。 In the dim light of Ye Cosy Nooke； to which her opening eyes had not yet grown accustomed； all she could see of the man was that he was remarkably stout。 She stiffened defensively。 This was what a girl who sat about in tea…rooms alone had to expect。
〃Hope I'm not late；〃 said the stranger； sitting down and breathing heavily。 〃I thought a little exercise would do me good； so I walked。〃
Every nerve in Maud's body seemed to e to life simultaneously。 She tingled from head to foot。 It was Geoffrey！
He was looking over his shoulder and endeavouring by snapping his fingers to attract the attention of the nearest distressed gentlewoman： and this gave Maud time to recover from the frightful shock she had received。 Her dizziness left her： and； leaving； was succeeded by a panic dismay。 This couldn't be Geoffrey！ It was outrageous that it should be Geoffrey！ And yet it undeniably was Geoffrey。 For a year she had prayed that Geoffrey might be given back to her； and the gods had heard her prayer。 They had given her back Geoffrey； and with a careless generosity they had given her twice as much of him as she had expected。 She had asked for the slim Apollo whom she had loved in W