Then followed the trifles she had bought at different visits to the shop—­casual purchases, bought on the impulse of the moment.  These swelled the account to a little over eight hundred pounds.  Lesbia sat like a statue, numbed by despair, appalled at the idea of owing over two thousand pounds.

CHAPTER XXX.

‘ROSES CHOKED AMONG THORNS AND THISTLES.’

Lady Lesbia ate no luncheon that day.  She went to her own room and had a cup of tea to steady her nerves, and sent to ask Lady Kirkbank to go to her as soon as she had finished luncheon.  Lady Kirkbank’s luncheon was a serious business, a substantial leisurely meal with which she fortified herself for the day’s work.  It enabled her to endure all the fatigues of visits and park, and to be airily indifferent to the charms of dinner; for Lady Kirkbank was not one of those matrons who with advanced years take to gourmandise as a kind of fine art.  She gave good dinners, because she knew people would not come to Arlington Street to eat bad ones; but she was not a person who lived only to dine.  At luncheon she gave her healthy appetite full scope, and ate like a ploughman.

She found Lesbia in her white muslin dressing-gown, with cheeks as pale as the gown she wore.  She was sitting in an easy chair, with a low tea-table at her side, and the two bills were in the tray among the tea-things.

‘Have you any idea how much I owe Seraphine and Cabochon?’ she asked, looking up despairingly at Lady Kirkbank.

‘What, have they sent in their bills already?’

’Already!  I wish they had sent them before.  I should have known how deeply I was getting into debt.’

‘Are they very heavy?’

’They are dreadful!  I owe over two thousand pounds.  How can I tell Lady Maulevrier that?  Two thousand one hundred pounds!  It is awful.’

’There are women in London who would think very little of owing twice as much,’ said Lady Kirkbank, in a comforting tone, though the fact, seriously considered, could hardly afford comfort.  ’Your grandmother said you were to have carte blanche.  She may think that you have been just a little extravagant; but she can hardly be angry with you for having taken her at her word.  Two thousand pounds!  Yes, it certainly is rather stiff.’

‘Seraphine is a cheat!’ exclaimed Lesbia, angrily.  ’Her prices are positively exorbitant!’

’My dear child, you must not say that.  Seraphine is positively moderate in comparison with the new people.’

’And Mr. Cabochon, too.  The idea of his charging me three hundred guineas for re-setting those stupid old amethysts.’

‘My dear, you would have diamonds mixed with them,’ said Lady Kirkbank, reproachfully.