Lady Demesne turned to him again, with her sweet vague smile, which looked as if it were the same for everything.
"We are waiting for Mrs. Headway," she said.
"Ah, she has arrived?" Waterville had quite forgotten her.
"She came at half-past five. At six she went to dress. She has had two hours."
"Let us hope that the results will be proportionate," said Waterville, smiling.
"Oh, the results; I don't know," Lady Demesne murmured, without looking at him; and in these simple words Waterville saw the confirmation of his theory that she was playing a deep game. He wondered whether he should sit next to Mrs. Headway at dinner, and hoped, with due deference to this lady's charms, that he should have something more novel. The results of a toilet which she had protracted through two hours were presently visible. She appeared on the staircase which descended to the hall, and which, for three minutes, as she came down rather slowly, facing the people beneath, placed her in considerable relief. Waterville, as he looked at her, felt that this was a moment of importance for her: it was virtually her entrance into English society. Mrs. Headway entered English society very well, with her charming smile upon her lips and with the trophies of the Rue de la Paix trailing behind her. She made a portentous rustling as she moved. People turned their eyes toward her; there was soon
