"you see I've guessed. What your mother will do is what brought you over!"
"Well, it's that," he allowed—"and something else.
"Something else?" she derisively echoed. I should think 'that,' for an ardent lover would have been enough."
"Ah, but it's all one job! I mean it's one idea," he hastened to explain—"if you think Lady Imber's really acting on her."
"Mightn't you go and see?"
"I would in a moment if I hadn't to look out for another matter too." And he renewed his attention to his watch. "I mean getting straight at my American, the party I just mentioned———
But she had already taken him up. "You too have an American and a 'party,' and yours also motors down———?"
"Mr. Breckenridge Bender." Lord John named him with a shade of elation.
She gaped at the fuller light. "You know my Breckenridge?—who I hoped was coming for me!"
Lord John as freely, but more gaily, wondered. "Had he told you so?"
