And now, dear Lady Belgrade, as it is after two o'clock, I must bid you good-night--" "Good-morning, rather," interrupted the dowager.
"And return to my lodgings," continued the duke, passing his hand across his forehead, like one "dazed" with trouble.
"I beg you will do nothing of the sort, Duke," said Lady Belgrade, hastily interposing.

"You have left your lodgings for a wedding tour.

You are not expected back there.

Your people think that you are far from London with your bride.

In the name of propriety, let them think so still.