"Ever so much; therefore I must be off at once. My fellow is packing my things now; and there is a train in an hour's time."
"Did you hear from Olivia this morning?"
"Not to-day."
"I hope you are as proud as you ought to be of having such a sweet girl belonging to you." Nasty old woman! What right had she to say these things? "I told Mrs. Green that you were here, and that you were coming to meet Olivia on the 27th."
"What did she say?"
"She thinks you ought to see Mr. Green as you go through London. He is the easiest, most good-natured man in the world. Don't you think you might as well speak to him?" Who was Mrs. Montacute Jones that she should talk to him in this way? "I would send a telegram if I were you, to say I would be there to-night."
"Perhaps it would be best," said Lord Giblet.
"Oh, certainly. Now mind, we expect you to dinner on the 27th. Is there anybody else you'd specially like me to ask?"
"Nobody in particular, thank ye."
"Isn't Jack De Baron a friend of yours?"