"No, thank you."
"You'd rather stay and singe your wings, poor moth."
"And you?"
"Mine," said he, "were amputated in St. James Church. She is a lovely creature, Pinsent."
"Which?"
He chuckled without replying. A footman pompously announced: "Mrs. Carr—Lord Edward Dutton."
"Bring the tea, please," said Lady Helen's voice.
"She is staring this way at you," murmured Hubbard. "She recognises your back. No, not quite, she is puzzled."
"She has never seen me in civilised apparel," I explained.