It was Mr.Weatherley who appeared.

Mr.
Weatherley was distinctly fussy and there was some return of his pompous manner.
"My dear Fenella!" he exclaimed.

"What on earth are you doing in here, with half your bridge tables as yet unarranged?
Your guests are wondering what has become of you." "Has any one fresh turned up ?" she asked, setting down the statuette.
"A Lady Raynham has just arrived," Mr.Weatherley replied, "and is making herself very disagreeable because there is no one to tell her at which table she is to play.

I heard a young man who came with her, too, asking Parkins what time supper was.

I do not wish to criticize the manners of your guests, but really, my dear Fenella, some of them do seem to have strange ideas." "Lady Raynham," she remarked, coldly, "is a person who should be glad to find herself under any respectable roof without making complaints.