The shot went home; told in the flushed, shamefaced look; Dick inquired:
"What are you going to say to the Chantrelles?"
"That is my business. They will travel up by the afternoon train. Your business is to go to Prince Charlie, and see that he comes here to-night to dinner."
He sobered down in a moment at that; answered seriously:
"No, old girl, that is out of the question. Nothing I could say would induce him to that. He simply hates the Chantrelles."
"I have told you—they won't be here."
"Even the knowledge of their absence wouldn't make him come to your house, after the way in which you behaved to him last time."
"All the same," she said defiantly, "a place shall be set for him at table."
"Look here, old girl, I'm willing to help you, but don't make a pocket idiot of yourself. I tell you nothing I could say would induce him to——"
"Well, you can get him to go for a walk, I suppose, can't you?"