"I am waiting," he told her, "until I can ask the girl I want to go."
"And why can't you now?" she demanded, with upraised eyebrows. "I'll be hostess and chaperone all in one."
"I can't ask her because I don't know her yet," the young man explained doggedly.
Lady Weybourne leaned back in her chair and laughed.
"So that's it!" she exclaimed. "Now I know why you're sitting there like an owl this morning! In love with a fair unknown, are you, Dick? Be careful. Monte Carlo is full of young ladies whom it would be just as well to know a little about before you thought of taking them yachting."
"This one isn't that sort," the young man said.
"How do you know that?" she asked, leaning across the table, her head resting on her clasped hands.
He looked at her almost contemptuously.
"How do I know!" he repeated. "There are just one or two things that happen in this world which a man can be utterly and entirely sure of. She is one of them. Say, Flossie," he added, the enthusiasm creeping at last into his tone, "you never saw any one quite like her in all your life!"
"Do I know her, I wonder?" Lady Weybourne enquired.