Her smile rested on him as she replied, “You saw Mrs. Fox-Darriel.”
“Yes.”
“My only other guest just now is Gwendolen Holt, in appearance a youthful replica of Mrs. Fox-Darriel, but in character very embryotic.”
“A very pretty girl,” said Lady Paton, finding at last her little foothold.
“A spice of ugliness—just a something to jar the insignificant regularity of her face, would make her charming. As it is, her prettiness is a bore. You will stay to lunch, Alceste, and see these people?”
“I can’t say that you have made me anxious to see them.”
“Have you no taste for sociology?”
“You will stay and see us, however, will you not?” said Lady Paton, advancing now in happy security. “I want a long talk with you.”
“Then I stay.”
“His majesty stays!” Camelia murmured.