"I?" she said, then she laughed; "I am Mrs. Hale's—the housekeeper's granddaughter, Lord Leyton."
He reddened and bit his mustache.
"And you are not coming?" he said. "I am very sorry. I——"
"Dinner is served, my lord," said a footman in a low voice from the doorway.
Lord Blair uttered an impatient exclamation, which, as it was something remarkably like an oath, was fortunately unintelligible.
"Have you forgiven me yet?" he said, humbly.
"Forgiven?" said Margaret, as if she were trying to discover to what he referred. "Forgiven?"
"Yes! That affair of yesterday—the set-to, you know," he explained.
"Oh!"—the monosyllable dropped like a stone from her lips—"I had forgotten."