Ogram." He was invited to lunch, on the next day but one, at Bunting's Hotel, Albemarle Street.
This same afternoon, having nothing to do, he went to call upon Mrs.
Woolstan.

It was his second visit since the restaurant dinner, and Iris showed herself very grateful for his condescension.

She regarded him anxiously; made inquiries about his health; was he not working too hard?
His eyes looked rather heavy, as if he studied too late at night.
Dyce, assuming the Toplady smile, admitted that he might have been rather over-zealous at his constitutional history of late; concession to practicality had led him to take up that subject.

In his thoughts, he reproached himself for a freak of the previous evening, a little outbreak of folly, of no grave importance, which had doubtless resulted from the exciting tenor of his life recently.

On the whole, it might serve a useful purpose, reminding him to be on guard against certain weaknesses of his temperament, likely to be fostered by ease and liberty.
"Lady Ogram is in town," he announced.