Doris could not help feeling as though the whole scene had been lately painted for a new "high life" play at the St.James's Theatre, and she half expected to see Sir George Alexander walk out of the bushes.
"I suppose, Mrs.Meadows, you have been helping your husband with his lectures ?" said Lady Dunstable, a little languidly, as though the heat oppressed her.

She was making play with a cigarette and her half-shut eyes were fixed on the "lion's" wife.

The eyes fascinated Doris.

Surely they were artificially blackened, above and below?
And the lips--had art been delicately invoked, or was Nature alone responsible?
"I copy things for Arthur," said Doris.

"Unfortunately, I can't type." At the sound of the young and musical voice, the gentleman with the Dundreary whiskers--Sir Luke Malford--who had seemed half asleep, turned sharply to look at the speaker.