She was too decorous and high for that.

In her mind the wife of the man she had discarded was a mere commonplace catastrophe, to be viewed without horror, maybe with pity.

She had heard the alien spoken well of by some people; others had seemed indignant that the Armours should try to push "a red woman" into English society.
Truth is, the Armours did not try at all to push her.

For over three years they had let society talk.

They had not entertained largely in Cavendish Square since Lali came, and those invited to Greyhope had a chance to refuse the invitations if they chose.