He glanced at his guests.

He turned upon his wife.
"God bless my soul, Millie, what _are_ we waiting for?
I'll tell you girls what it is.

Unless we get off at once, we had better not go at all.

Where's Joan?
Where's Luttrell ?" "Here we are!" cried Luttrell from the library, and in a lower tone to Joan, he observed, "What a bore people are to be sure, aren't they ?" The guilty couple emerged into the hall.

Sir Chichester surveyed them with severity.
"I don't know whether you have heard about it, Luttrell, but there's a ball to-night at Harrel, and we all rather thought of going to it," he remarked with crushing sarcasm.
"I am quite ready, sir," replied Harry humbly.