She gave him a smile and a left hand, and went on talking.

Lord Buntingford stood by, twisting his moustache, till she had finished.

Then the chauffeur, looking flushed and sulky, got into the car, and the girl with Lord Buntingford ascended the steps.

Mrs.
Friend left the window, and hurriedly went back to the drawing-room, where tea was still spread.

Through the drawing-room door she heard a voice from the hall full of indignant energy.
"You ought to sack that man, Cousin Philip.