"A waiter rang up from somewhere to say you would not be home." "A message which I do not doubt left you inconsolable," he observed, with a little curl of his lips.

"Do not distress yourself, I pray.

I have dined at the club, and I have only come home to change.

I am on my way to a party.

I would not have intruded if your maid had shown her usual discretion." Josephine ignored the insolent innuendo.
"You do not know my husband, I think, Mr.Wingate," she said,--"Mr.John Wingate--Lord Dredlinton." The newcomer's manner underwent a sudden change.
"What, John Wingate from New York ?" he exclaimed.
Wingate assented briefly.