“My cousin, Lady Mickleham,” said I, “has been telling me—”
“Oh, shut up, Sam!” said George, not, however, appearing very angry.
“About a subject on which you can assist him more than I can, inasmuch as you are married. He is in love.”
Dolly glanced at George.
“Oh, what fun!” said she.
“Fun!” cried George.
“I mean, how awfully interesting,” said Dolly, suddenly transforming her expression.
“And he wanted to be introduced to you because you might ask her and him to—”
George became red, and began to stammer an apology.
“Oh, I don’t believe him,” said Dolly kindly; “he always makes people uncomfortable if he can. What were you telling him, Mr. George?”