Lord John turned away with affected displeasure. 'Oh, very well——'
She jumped up and caught him affectionately by the arm. 'You'd find it dreffly dull to hear me talk about Geoffrey the whole blessed day!'
'Well, till luncheon, my dear——' Lady John had risen with a glance at the clock. 'You mustn't mind if I——' She broke off and went to the writing-table, saying aside to her husband, 'I'm beginning to feel a little anxious; Miss Levering wasn't only tired last night, she was ill.'
'I thought she looked very white,' said Lord John.
'Oh, dear! Have you got other people?' demanded the happy egoist.
'One or two. Your uncle's responsible for asking that old cynic, St. John Greatorex, and I'm responsible for——'
Jean stopped in the act of taking off her long gloves. 'Mr. Greatorex! He's a Liberal, isn't he?' she said with sudden gravity.
'Little Jean!' Lord John chuckled, 'beginning to "think in parties!"'
'It's very natural now that she should——'
'I only meant it was odd he should be here. Of course I'm not so silly——'