"Yes, of course, she's sweet. But—will they let her come?"
"Yes, they will with us. It's good for her history, and she can have a look in at her precious Charles II. What time?"
"Punctually about four," Felicity said. "Don't forget, Savile!"
"Righto! I'll bring Dolly and take her back. I say, shall we have tea there?"
"Of course, if you want to. Why fancy, Frank said it would be the greatest joke to dine there! You can, you know, if you like; wouldn't it be fun, and ghastly, with Byron and Peace, and Sir Campbell-Bannerman, and people like that, looking on?"
"No it wouldn't. These ghastly jokes never come off. They last too long. While you're about it, have a good dinner for Heaven's sake. And I dare say the people at the Savoy are quite as bad—if that's all—if you only knew, and more up to date."
"Yes, very likely, and people at real places often have no more expression than the waxworks. But, Savile, I thought it was all off between you and Dolly now?"
He answered, with a sigh, "So it is, in a way, but you'll learn in this life, old girl, that you must take what you can get—especially if you're not sure you can get it! Mind you," lowering his voice, "that little foreign bounder, de Saules, isn't going to have it all his own way."
"Oh," Sylvia, being in good spirits, was inclined to tease him, "I should have thought it would be a capital opportunity to show an intelligent foreigner the sights of London!"
"The intelligent foreigners are the sights of London," said Savile as he went out.