In a moment Mrs. Davenant’s face lost its brightness.
“Yes, yes,” she said, nervously; “yes, he is in London.”
“Where is he?” said Lady Bell, looking round as if she expected to see him concealed behind one of the chairs. “He’s always addressing public meetings, isn’t he?”
“Not always, Lady Earlsley,” said Stephen, from the open doorway.
“Good heavens! Speak of the—angels, and you hear the rustle of their wings!” exclaimed Lady Bell, not at all embarrassed. “How did you come in, Mr. Davenant?”
“By the door, Lady Earlsley, which was open. Mother, you will lose all your plate some day.”
“And what public meeting have you come from now?” asked Lady Bell, with a smile.
“I have been walking in the park,” said Stephen, “and am at your ladyship’s service.”
“I am glad of it,” said Lady Bell, quickly, “for I want you—all of you to come and dine with me tonight.”
“Tonight!” echoed Jack.