This programme was so very different from that which Dick had planned and carried out on his own account, that Eleanor shrank from the deceit involved in acquiescence.
"I'm afraid not," she said. "You see, Dick's young and hasn't got a wife of his own."
"Tant mieux, he'd feel the contrast less," replied Lady Eynesford, with airy assurance. "Who did he dance with?"
Eleanor racked her memory and produced the names of four ladies with each of whom Dick had danced one hasty waltz.
"That's only four dances," objected Lady Eynesford.
"Oh, I didn't notice. I was talking to Sir John and to Mrs. Puttock."
"Eleanor!"
"Well then, he danced once or twice with little Daisy Medland. It was her first ball, you know."
"He needn't have done it twice; I suppose he was bound to once. Dear me! We shall have to consider what we're to do about her now."