"Well, Scarlett, how are you getting on ?" Hugh, who was lying on a sofa with his arms raised and his hands behind his head, looked up, and his expression changed.
"He was thinking of something uncommonly pleasant," thought Lord Newhaven, "not of me or mine, I fancy.

I have come to smoke a cigarette in peace," he added aloud, "if you don't object." "Of course not." Lord Newhaven lit his cigarette and puffed a moment in silence.
"Hot outside," he said.
Hugh nodded.

He wondered how soon he could make a pretext for getting up and leaving the room.
There was a faint silken rustle, and Lady Newhaven, pale, breathless, came swiftly in and closed the door.

The instant afterwards she saw her husband, and shrank back with a little cry.

Lord Newhaven did not look at her.