was angry when she 'd finished her grog and you did n't turn up."
"What did she say," I asked.
He laughed. "She was quite irrelevant."
"I must know!"
"Well, she seemed to lay most of the blame on the colour of your hair and eyelashes."
"She said ⸺"
"What could be expected of a girl that dyed her hair yellow and her eyelashes black?"
"Horrid woman! You don't believe I do, do you?"
"I must say it had n't occurred to me to think of it."
Then I remembered how angry I was with him, and did n't pursue that subject, but turned again to the other. However, I made a mental note that there was one more thing to punish him for when I got the chance.
"What else did she say?"
"She began to turn purple when Sir Samuel would have defended you, and said she would n't stand your taking such liberties. That it was monstrous, and a few other things, to be kept freezing on mountains by one's domestics, and that she should be ill if she waited. Sir Samuel persuaded her to give you fifteen minutes' grace, but after that she was determined to start. Of course, she did n't know that an accident had happened. She thought you were simply dawdling, and wanted Sir Samuel to arrange for you to drive down with the newly arrived German tourists. Sir Samuel and I objected to this, and later it was settled for the Turnours to do what her ladyship planned for you, without the company of the tourists. Lady Turnour resents lèse-majesté."
