‘I said I’d not mention his name,’ said the waiter, with, however, such decided assent, that, as at the same moment he quitted the room and Horatia entered it, Cilly exclaimed, ‘There, Rashe, what do you say now to the phantom of my vanity? Here has he been asking for us, and what route we meant taking.’
‘He! Who?’
‘Who?—why, who should it be? The waiter has just told me.’
‘You absurd girl!’
‘Well, ask him yourself.’
So when the waiter came up, Miss Charteris demanded, ‘Has Mr. Calthorp been calling here?’
‘What was the name, ma’am, if you please?’
‘Calthorp. Has Mr. Calthorp been calling here?’
‘Cawthorne? Was it Colonel Cawthorne, of the Royal Hussars, ma’am? He was here yesterday, but not to-day.’
‘I said Calthorp. Has a Mr. Calthorp been inquiring for us to-day?’