Lady Amesbury beamed upon them all.
"Just the people I was looking for!" she exclaimed.

"I want you all to know my great friend, Mr.Wingate from New York." Every one was glad to meet Wingate, and Kendrick and he exchanged the greetings of old friends.
"Now you have found some one whom you can talk to, my dear John," his hostess declared.

"I shall consider you off my hands for the afternoon.
Come and dine with me next Sunday night, and don't lose your heart to Sarah Baldwin.

She's a capricious little minx, and, besides, she's engaged to Jimmy there, though heaven knows whether they'll ever get married .-- There! I knew it! My own particular Bishop being lured into conversation with Hilda Sutton, who's just become a freethinker and can't talk of anything else.

It will spoil the dear man's afternoon if she gets really started .-- Good-by, all of you.