Lady Anselman counted them twice, glanced at the clock and frowned.
"I can't remember whom we are waiting for!" she exclaimed a little helplessly to the remaining guest, a somewhat tired-looking publisher who stood by her side.

"I am one short.

I dare say it will come to me in a minute.

You know every one, I suppose, Mr.Daniell ?" The publisher shook his head.
"I have met Lord Romsey and also Madame Selarne," he observed.

"For the rest, I was just thinking what a stranger I felt." "The man who talks French so well," Lady Anselman told him, dropping her voice a little, "is Surgeon-Major Thomson.