‘I shall call you Leo,’ he murmured fondly.  ’It occurred to me last night.’

She smiled, as if to say:  ‘How charmingly boyish you are!’

‘And I must tell you—­but see here, we shall be at your hotel too soon.’  He pushed at the trap-door.  ’Say, driver, go up Park Lane and along Oxford Street a bit.’

Then he explained to her how he had refused Harry’s invitation to dinner, and had arrived late at the theatre, solely that he might not have to talk to her until they could talk in solitude.

As, later, the cab rolled swiftly southwards through the mysterious dark avenues of Hyde Park, Leonora had the sensation of being really alone with him in the very heart of that luxurious, voluptuous, and decadent civilisation for which she had always yearned, and in which she was now to participate.  The feeling of the beauty of the world, and of its catholicity and many-sidedness, returned to her.  She gave play to her instincts.  And, revelling in the self-confidence and the masterful ascendency which underlay Arthur’s usual reticent demeanour, she resumed with exquisite relief her natural supineness.  She began to depend on him.  And she foresaw how he would reason diplomatically with Rose, and watch between Milly and Mr. Louis Lewis, and perhaps assist Fred Ryley, and do in the best way everything that ought to be done; and how she would reward him with the consolations of her grace and charm, her feminine arts, and her sweet acquiescence.

‘So you’ve come,’ exclaimed Milly, rather desolate in the drawing-room of the hotel.

‘Yes, Miss Muffet,’ said Arthur, ‘we’ve come.  Where is the youth?’

‘Harry?  I made him go home.’

Leonora smiled indulgently at Millicent with her pretty pouting face and her adorable artificiality, lounging on one of the sofas in the vast garish chamber.  And her thoughts flew to Ethel, and existence in Bursley.  The Myatt family had risen, flourished, and declined.  Some of its members were dead, in honour or in dishonour; others were scattered now.  Only Ethel and Fred remained; and these two, in the house at Hillport (which Leonora meant to give them), were beginning again the eternal effort, and renewing the simple and austere traditions of the Five Towns, where luxury was suspect and decadence unknown.

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