She said she had refused one invitation because she had not been interested in the reception, but that she had changed her mind.

She thanked me and said she would be pleased to go.

I bowed myself out without further ado, but Miss Taylor gave me the queerest look as I went.

Her face was as red as fire.

It was she who told me that the Anarchist had not been invited.
She was afraid I might think she hadn't told the truth, but I knew better.