The City of Masks

LADY JANE THORNE COMES TO DINNER THE Marchioness carefully draped the dust-cloth over the head of an andiron and, before putting the question to the parlour-maid, consulted, with the intensity of a near-sighted person, the ornate French clock in the centre of the mantelpiece. Then she brushed her fingers on the voluminous apron that almost completely enveloped her slight person. "Well, who is it, Julia?" "It's Lord Temple, ma'am, and he wants to know if you're too busy to come to the 'phone. If you are, I'm to ask you something." The Marchioness hesitated. "How do you know it is Lord Eric? Did he mention his name


Genre: Literary Fiction