“Mr. Carpentaria,” said the servant.
Ilam turned pale.
“Show him in,” said Rosie calmly to the servant.
“Yes, Miss Rose,” said the servant, who, in common with the other servants, had already been clearly informed of the names, position, and authority of the new-comers.
“You are to introduce him to us, you know,” Rosie murmured sweetly to Ilam, “and I suppose we shall have to play hostesses now.”
Carpentaria came in, evidently hot from his concert.
“I say, Ilam——” he began.
Then he perceived the twins, and Ilam clumsily performed the introductions. The girls were enchanted with his uniform and with him. He said little, and he was pale, but then he was so distinguished; all his movements were distinguished and magnificent.
“We saw you this afternoon,” Rosie ventured timidly.
“And I didn’t see you! The loss was mine,” he returned, gazing at Pauline.