Lady Deane was looking on with a quiet smile.
“She never mentioned it,” protested the General.
“Oh, of course if there’s a worse place now!” conceded Sir Roger.
“I’ll make up my mind when we arrive,” observed Lady Deane. “Anyhow I shall rely on you, General.”
The General looked a little uncomfortable.
“If Deane doesn’t object——.”
“I shouldn’t think of taking my wife to such places.”
Suddenly Dora Bellairs rushed up to them.
“Have you seen Mr. Ellerton?” she cried. “Where is he?”
“In the smoking-room,” answered Sir Roger. “Do you want him?”