was more striking even than her logic, Lady Demesne moved towards the door.
Waterville advanced to open it for her, and as she passed out he said, "There 's one thing you can do—try to like her!"
She shot him a terrible glance. "That would be worst of all!"
VIII.
George Littlemore arrived in London on the twentieth of May, and one of the first things he did was to go and see Waterville at the Legation, where he made known to him that he had taken for the rest of the season a house at Queen Anne's Gate, so that his sister and her husband, who, under the pressure of diminished rents, had let their own town-residence, might come up and spend a couple of months with him.
"One of the consequences of your having a house will be that you will have to entertain Mrs. Headway," Waterville said. Littlemore sat there with his hands crossed upon his stick; he looked at Waterville with an eye that failed to kindle at the mention of this lady's name. "Has she got into European society?" he asked, rather languidly.
"Very much, I should say. She has a house, and a carriage, and diamonds, and everything handsome. She seems already to know a lot of people; they put
