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DEATH IN HIGH SOCIETY

There was no one in the house ; and after shutting the door, the two women who did the cleaning went away together, talking quickly.
Esmée Earnshaw, watching them from the window of her long, gray Hispano, was angry that they seemed so pleased to go away form her house. In her opinion, the chance to go into it at all was, even to her friends, a sort of special reward. For this reason it would have been natural if the brushing and cleaning of the home had been a special event, valued in the memory of such women, but there they were -- shutting the door and smiling, without even looking back while they went down the street.
It seemed to Esmée that they had been a long time getting ready to go. They were dressed with so much attention to detail and with so little harmony. The high boots done up, the buttons on their coats and the pins in their hats, and the old-time Edwardian feathers now only seen on such persons. They were talking quickly and smiling to one another. Esmée was not clear what they were saying . .
They went by her.
"Lady Hearnshaw . ."
"She's nothing but the last-word."
'The last word !'-- How was it possible for a cleaner to have such an idea? But, after all, Esmée was quite pleased, because if she was not the last word now she would not ever be. Esmée Earnshaw was one of those women who are frequently to be seen here, there, and everywhere with this that and the other person -- running round dance clubs, getting into the news. She had no other existence outside this, but her days were full. Though she saw t it that so much was said about her, there was in fact nothing at all to he said for her.
Esmée was quite good-looking, foolish, but not foolish enough to let it be seen ; she was married to a man who was well-off and not very old ; she was quietly unkind, and the very last word. And now . .even the two old cleaners were conscious of it.
Esmée Earnshaw was at all times interested in other. That female quality, which is happily less marked in a number of women of the present day, had most unhappily become strong again in Esmée. She was for ever being interested in some small, unimportant detail of another person's existence. Her interest, in fact, was like a disease, troubling her all the time.
Esmée had no feeling against the man to whom she was married. Her knowledge of him was certainly limited, but sometimes she had doubts about him. Friends were from time to time foolish enough to put the question : "How is Sir Arthur ?" or "Where is Sir Arthur ?" Every time Esmée would give an answer smilingly, stiffly, but all the same a little angrily ;because when Esmée herself was before them, warm, bright and beautiful, with a dancing light in her eyes and all the attraction of a tall, delicate flower, why was anyone interested in Arthur? Arthur, who was the same all the year round -- working in the City in the day-time, and sleeping in the library at night, with From Kreuger to Stavisky on his knee.