ult of my imagination--I've either got
too much or too little. Anyhow it is an understood thing that she is to
take London by storm."
"When I last saw Gorla Mustelford," observed Yeovil, "she was a rather
serious flapper who thought the world was in urgent need of regeneration
and was not certain whether she would regenerate it or take up miniature
painting. I forget which she attempted ultimately."
"She is quite serious about her art," put in Cicely; "she's studied a
good deal abroad and worked hard at mastering the technique of her
profession. She's not a mere amateur with a hankering after the
footlights. I fancy she will do well."
"But what do her people say about it?" asked Yeovil.
"Oh, they're simply furious about it," answered Joan; "the idea of a
daughter of the house of Mustelford prancing and twisting about the stage
for Prussian officers and Hamburg Jews to gaze at is a dreadful cup of
humiliation for them. It's unfortunate, of course, that they should feel
so acutely about it, but still one can understand their point of view."
"I don't see what other point of view they could possibly take," said
Yeovil sharply; "if Gorla thinks that the necessities of art, or her own
inclinations, demand that she should dance in public, why can't she do it
in Paris or even Vienna? Anywhere would be better, one would think, than
in London under present conditions."
He had given Joan the indication that she was looking for as to his
attitude towards the fait accompli. Without asking a question she had
discovered that husband and wife were divided on the fundamental issue
that underlay all others at the present moment. Cicely was weaving
social schemes for the future, Yeovil had come home in a frame of mind
that threatened the destruction of those schemes, or at any rate a
serious hindrance to their execution. The situation presented itself to
Joan's mind with an alluring piquancy.
"You are giving a grand supper-party for Gorla on the night of her debut,
aren't you?" she asked Cicely; "several people spoke to me about it, so I
suppose it must be true."
Tony Luton and young Storre had taken care to spread the news of the
projected supper function, in order to ensure against a change of plans
on Cicely's part.
"Gorla is a great friend of mine," said Cicely, trying to talk as if the
conversation had taken a perfectly indifferent turn; "also I think she
deserves a little encouragement after the hard work
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