They made their way toward the Pall Mall entrance of the restaurant. Lady Olive fell back once more with Deane.
"It's such a nuisance about this wretched dinner to-night," she said. "I think it was very bad taste indeed of the Duchess to ask us without you. You won't forget to come in and see me for half-an-hour before we go on to the ball? I shall be in my room at eleven o'clock punctually, and I will arrange so that I can take you on to Amberley House."
He bowed. "I shall be with you."
"Where are you dining?" she asked.
"At the club, most likely. I never dine out on Wednesdays, if I can help it. We are always so busy. I shall have a quiet, comfortable evening."
"Au revoir, then!" she said, stepping into one of the two automobiles which were waiting.
Deane made his adieux to the rest of the party and watched them drive off. Then he called a hansom.
"Messrs. Hardaway and Sons, Bedford Row," he told the man. "Drive as quickly as you can."