“I am going alone.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I’m taking Harry.”
“Not Lord Dudley?” inquired the young man, with a gleam of jealousy.
“Oh, no. I promised Harry.”
“Lord Dudley thinks he’s going with you,” remarked Kitty. “He expects to be back.”
“Then why doesn’t he take a plane and enter,” sneered Ralph. “I’ll bet he’s not so much of a flyer as he makes out to be.”
“How you love him!” remarked Kitty, rising to greet Madge Keen, who was the last of her guests to arrive.
“Now come to luncheon,” added the young hostess, with a nod to the maid who was waiting for the signal. “You must all be starved after your swims.”
A simple affair like this was always a party at Kitty Hulbert’s, for the young matron had such beautiful things, such lovely flowers, such trained servants that she enjoyed displaying them. The table was arranged as elaborately as if a banquet were being served.
As usual, Linda found herself seated next to Ralph, and she began to talk to him immediately, to take his mind away from the subject of Lord Dudley.