But Stella watched him go without any amusement.
"I am taken again into favour," she said doubtfully.
"That shouldn't distress you, Stella," replied Dick.
"Yet it does, for I ask myself why.

And I don't understand this tea-party.

Mr.Hazlewood was so urgent that I should not forget it.
Perhaps, however, I am inventing trouble." She shook herself free from her apprehensions and followed Dick into the drawing-room, where the kettle was boiling and the tea-service spread out.

Stella went to the table and opened the little mahogany caddy.
"How many are coming, Dick ?" she asked.
"The Pettifers." "My enemies," said Stella, laughing lightly.
"And you and my father and myself." "Five altogether," said Stella.

She began to measure out the tea into the tea-pot but stopped suddenly in the middle of her work.
"But there are six cups," she said.