I foresee a revision of my sense of humour.
This afternoon I met Lady Kynnersley again--at the Ellertons'.

I was talking to Maisie, who has grown no happier, when I saw her sailing across to me with questions hoisted in her eyes.

Being particularly desirous not to report progress periodically to Lady Kynnersley, I made a desperate move.

I went forward and greeted her.
"Lady Kynnersley," said I, "somebody was telling me that you are in urgent need of funds for something.

With my usual wooden-headedness I have forgotten what it is--but I know it is a deserving organisation." The philanthropist, as I hoped, ousted the mother.