"He proposed——" he began.
The Marchioness started.
"To get her a cup of tea," continued the Secretary, placidly finishing his sentence.
"You may escort me to the tea-table," she replied, frigidly, and added: "We leave town to-morrow."
"Yes, I know," said her companion, as they edged their way through the crowd. "I'm invited myself."
"I should think you would find it difficult to attend to the duties of your office, if you make a practice of accepting so many invitations."
"Oh, I haven't accepted," he returned cheerfully.
The Marchioness was manifestly relieved.
They had by this time reached the tea-table. Lady Isabelle was nowhere in sight.
"I do not see my daughter," said her mother severely. "You told me she was here."