Thetoneofhisvoicewasevidentlyenough。LadyAnstruthersturnedwithanunmistakablestart。Theroseliningofherparasolceasedtowarmhercolour。Infact，theparasolitselfsteppedaside，andshestoodwithablank，stiff，whiteface。
\"MydearRosalie，\"saidSirNigel，goingtowardsher。
\"Youdon’tlookverygladtoseeme。\"
Hebentandkissedherquitewiththeairofadevotedhusband。Knowingwhatthecaressmeant，andseeingRosy’sfaceasshesubmittedtoit，Bettyfeltrathercold。AftertheconjugalgreetingheturnedtoUghtred。
\"Youlookremarkablywell，\"hesaid。