"That was heard," he said, "and really I didn't mean it to be heard. I am sorry. I shall make myself agreeable. But tell Nadine we shall go away soon after dinner. If you will be ready, I shall not go up into the drawing-room at all."
Seymour turned brightly to the woman seated on his right.
"Have you been to 'The Follies'?" he asked. "I hope you haven't, because then we can't talk about them, since I haven't either. There are enough follies going about, without going to them."
"How amusin' you are," said his neighbor.
Seymour felt exasperated.
"I know I am," he said. "Do be amusing too; then we shall be delighted with each other."
"But I don't know who you are," said his neighbor.
"Well, that is the case with me," said he. "But my mother—"
His neighbor's face instantly changed from a chilly neutrality to a welcoming warmth.
"Oh, are you Lord Seymour?" she asked.