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five o'clock. We are to dine, you know, with Madame Galopin."
"I had quite forgotten," Aurora declared. "That will be charming."
"Do you want me to assist you to carry her back, ma'am?" asked Mr. Ruck.
Mrs. Church hesitated a moment, with her serene little gaze. "Do you prefer, then, to leave your daughter to finish the evening with these gentlemen?"
Mr. Ruck pushed back his hat and scratched the top of his head. "Well, I don't know. How would you like that, Sophy?"
"Well, I never!" exclaimed Sophy, as Mrs. Church marched off with her daughter.
