'Oh—a—really.' Mr. Freddy stroked his smart little moustache.
'It doesn't sound quite in Miss Levering's line,' Farnborough hazarded.
'My dear boy,' said his hostess, 'you know as little about what's in a woman's line as most men.'
'Oh, I say!' Mr. Freddy looked round with a laugh.
Lord John threw out his chest and dangled his eyeglass with an indulgent air.
'Philanthropy,' he said, 'in a woman like Miss Levering, is a form of restlessness. But she's a nice creature. All she needs is to get some "nice" fella to marry her!'
Mrs. Freddy laughingly hooked herself on her husband's arm.
'Yes; a woman needs a balance wheel, if only to keep her from flying back to town on a hot day like this.'
'Who,' demanded the host, 'is proposing anything so——'