Lord Nunneley nodded. "You will have to get him to give it up," he said to his daughter. "Fancy having to write a business letter at ten o'clock at night! Perfect slavery!"
"Shall I see you to-morrow, Stirling?" Lady Olive asked, walking with him into the hall.
"We'll lunch, if you like," he said. "Or shall I come to tea? I shall not be busy much after noon."
"I am not quite sure what I have to do to-morrow," she answered, "but I think that I would rather that you came here. We'll meet sometime, anyhow. Good-bye!"
He raised her fingers to his lips. "Enjoy yourself," he said.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Absolutely a duty dance," she murmured, waving her hand. "I know that I shall be bored to death! By the bye, Stirling, don't forget that in about three weeks' time I want you to give a luncheon party at the Carlton to Julia and her husband, and some of the others."
"As soon as you like," Deane answered.
"Julia won't be back till then," Lady Olive said. "Au revoir!"