CHAPTER V.
JEALOUSY.
The rain poured down on the Monday morning; and Lord Hartledon stood at the window of the countess-dowager's sitting-room--one she had unceremoniously adopted for her own private use--smoking a cigar, and watching the clouds.

Any cigar but his would have been consigned to the other side the door.

Mr.Elster had only shown (by mere accident) the end of his cigar-case, and the dowager immediately demanded what he meant by displaying that article in the presence of ladies.

A few minutes afterwards Lord Hartledon entered, smoking, and was allowed to enjoy his cigar with impunity.

Good-tempered Val's delicate lips broke into a silent smile as he marked the contrast.
He lounged on the sofa, doing nothing, in his idle fashion; Lord Hartledon continued to watch the clouds.