"No one would like, at one's musical party, to have one's artists kicked!"
"Everything is all right," said Felicity, as she smiled and bowed to some one.
"Why is everything all right? You gave one of your special smiles just now! Who was it?"
"De Valdez. It's rather jolly of him to have come here to-day. He was expected at the Spanish Embassy."
"Probably going on afterwards."
"Possibly not," said Felicity.
"I admit I admire De Valdez very much," said Wilton. "Caring for nothing on earth but music and philosophy, and the kindest-hearted man in the world, he has been literally hounded into society by admiring women, and all the fuss about him hasn't spoilt him a bit; he would keep a royal party waiting for luncheon while he ran down to Bedford Park to spend the day with an old friend."
"The point is," said Felicity calmly, "that he's a genius."
"Oh, is he? I don't know much about music," said Wilton rather jealously.
"I know you don't."