Her eyes were still downcast. "Yes, we haven't had these before. Sir Joseph usually gets a band from Folkestone."
Meanwhile Mrs. Delarayne and Sir Joseph, who together had opened the dance, were having a somewhat acrimonious discussion.
"My dear Edith, I'll speak to him if you wish me to," reiterated the baronet for the third time, "but I think it is a little premature."
"I tell you, Joseph, that if you don't speak to him to-morrow, for certain, and ask him what his intentions are towards Leonetta, I shall pack up the girls' and my own traps, and off we'll go."
This brought Sir Joseph to his senses. "Shall we both do it?" he suggested unctuously.
"Very well, if you prefer it. You see I can't ask Lord Henry to speak to him, otherwise I would."
Sir Joseph almost lost his temper. "Lord Henry, Lord Henry!—my dear Edith, of course not! What 'as it got to do with Lord 'Enry?"
"No, that's what I say; that's why I ask you."
"All right, you and I will have him in the study to-morrow, and we'll ask Leonetta up too, and get the whole thing settled."
"But mind!" said the widow gravely, "I am not at all in favour of it."