"Or you'll never be dressed in time for the Granleys' dinner to-night." Kitty looked at the clock and jumped up quickly.
"Good heavens! I'd forgotten all about them! Penelope, I must fly! Thursday, then--don't forget.

Dinner at eight." She caught up her furs.

There was a faint rustle of feminine garments, a fleeting whiff of violets in the air, and Kitty had taken her departure, followed by her husband.
A short time afterwards a taxi pulled up at Edenhall Mansions and Nan stepped out of it.

Penelope sprang up to welcome her as she entered the sitting-room.

She was darning stockings, foolish, pretty, silken things--Nan's, be it said.
"Well, how did it go ?" she asked eagerly.
"The concert?
Oh, quite well.