She said, 'Thank you.' When she went away, she smiled." Lady Weybourne flopped down upon the divan and screamed with laughter.
"Dicky," she murmured, wiping her eyes, "tell me, is that why you are sitting there, looking as though you could see right into Heaven?
Do you know that your face was one great beam when I came in ?" "Can't help it," he answered contentedly.

"I've spoken to her and she smiled." Lady Weybourne opened her gold bag and produced a card.
"Well," she said, "here is another chance for you.

Of course, I don't know that it will come to anything, but you may as well try your luck." "What is it ?" he asked.
She thrust a square of gilt-edged cardboard into his hand.
"It's an invitation," she told him, "from the directors, to attend a dinner at La Turbie Golf Club-house, up in the mountains, to-night.

It isn't entirely a joke, I can tell you.

It takes at least an hour to get there, climbing all the way, and the place is as likely as not to be wrapped in clouds, but a great many of the important people are going, and as I happened to see Mr.Grex's name amongst the list of members, the other night, there is always a chance that they may be there.