It worked.
"Yes, on consideration, I agree," was the declaration. "I shall be delighted to co-operate. It will mean money--never mind that! My husband and I can afford to give. It will mean service--devoted service. That, too, shall be gladly given by both of us. It is an object worth living for! I will come, and make my friends come, too; but, Duchess"--June removed the crown, and herself donned it--"I must make one condition, please."
"Yes?"
"That you and the Duke come to my New Year's party!"
"If you will invite us--with pleasure!"
"I do invite you--now!"
"Then I accept."
So the compact was made.
When the Duchess and Mrs. Moss were at last alone, each asked herself this question: "What is the world coming to?"
June knew. Bim knew. Oberon in Fairyland had an inkling.