He was going back to them as soon as he could.
He stayed after the other guests, and was yet talking eagerly to his hostess when the dressing-bell rang.
"We dine alone," Lady Agatha said to the old friend who had brought Mr.
Jardine.

"And I go nowhere afterwards: I am fagged out.

How glad I am that next week sees us at Hazels! If you and Mr.Jardine could dine, Colonel Brind ?" The old friend answered her wistful look.
"Our lodgings are not far off; we have only to jump into a hansom; we should be back before the dinner-bell rings.

Only--this fellow has a host of engagements." "Ah!" Lady Agatha had hardly sighed when Jardine woke up as if from a dream.
"Have I engagements ?" he asked.

"I do not remember any.