Hurry up and come and dine with us, won't you ?" "Thank you, Lord Heyton," said Celia, "but I dine alone in my own little room." "What nonsense that is!" he said, impatiently.

"Here, Miriam"-- turning to his wife, as she came languidly down the stairs--"just tell Miss Grant that she's got to dine with us to-night; she'll keep us from going to sleep." "Won't you ?" asked Miriam, listlessly.

"I wish you would; I'm sure Lord Sutcombe would like you to." "Thank you very much," said Celia, as she passed on; "but I would rather dine alone.

I've a great deal to do to-night and must not waste time over dinner." "Oh, look here----!" began Heyton; but at the moment the butler advanced with a telegram.

Heyton took it and looked at it, and his manner changed instantly.