"Assuredly I shall have to marry that man," she cried. "He is quite the least boring individual I have met in this atrocious country." She sat down and lit a cigarette. "I saw Walter to-night."
"Where?" demanded Peterson quickly. "I thought he was in Paris."
"He was this morning. He came over especially to see you. They want you there for a meeting at the Ritz."
Peterson frowned.
"It's most inconvenient," he remarked with a shade of annoyance in his voice. "Did he say why?"
"Amongst other things I think they're uneasy about the American," she answered. "My dear man, you can easily slip over for a day."
"Of course I can," said Peterson irritably; "but that doesn't alter the fact that it's inconvenient. Things will be shortly coming to a head here, and I want to be on the spot. However—" He started to walk up and down the room, frowning thoughtfully.
"Your fish is hooked, mon ami," continued the girl to Lakington. "He has already proposed three times; and he has introduced me to a dreadful-looking woman of extreme virtue, who has adopted me as her niece for the great occasion."
"What great occasion?" asked Lakington, looking up from the bath.
"Why, his coming of age," cried the girl. "I am to go to Laidley Towers as an honoured guest of the Duchess of Lampshire." She threw back her head and laughed. "What do you think of that, my friend? The old lady will be wearing pearls and all
