“I don’t wish to hurry you, ladies; but this affair commences at three.”
“What affair?” said Lydia, who had been privately wondering why he had come.
“The assault-at-arms. King What’s-his-name’s affair. Webber told me he had arranged that you should come with me.”
“Oh, you have come to take us there. I had forgotten. Did I promise to go?”
“Webber said so. He was to have taken you himself; but, failing that, he promised to do a good thing for me and put me in his place. He said you particularly wanted to go, hang him!”
Lydia then rose promptly and sent for her carriage. “There is no hurry,” bhe said. “We can drive to St. James’s Hall in twelve minutes.”
“Hut we have to go to Islington, to the Agricultural Hall. There will be cavalry charges, and all sorts of fun.”
“Bless me!” said Lydia. “Will there be any boxing?”
“Yes,” said Lord Worthington, reddening, but unabashed. “Lots of it. It will be by gentlemen, though, except perhaps one bout to show the old king our professional form.”
“Then excuse me while I go for my hat,” said Lydia, leaving the room. Alice had gone some time before to make a complete change in her dress, as the occasion was one for display of that kind.