Flossie Lane, seeking to discover the cause of her companion's abstraction, glanced in the same direction and recognised them at once.
"Why here is Lord Dredlinton!" she exclaimed.

"And Mr.Peter Phipps! He is rather a dear person, Mr.Phipps, you know, although you don't like him." "Is he!" Wingate observed grimly.
"They are coming to speak to us," the young lady went on, shaking her skirts a little and glancing into the mirror which she had just drawn from her bag.

"What a bother!" Lord Dredlinton, more dignified than usual but if possible still more unpleasant, threaded his way between the chairs and paused before the two, followed, a few spaces behind, by Phipps.
"Hullo, Flossie!" the former exclaimed.

"How are you, Wingate?
You got my letter ?" "I received your letter and also your telephone message," Wingate replied stiffly.

"So far as I am concerned, the matter, as I told you, is at an end." "That's all right, then .-- Flossie," Dredlinton continued, looking reproachfully at the young woman whose hand he was still holding, "I told you last night that you ought to know better.