"No," Griselda said. "I am quite well."
"Then you came for pleasure?"
"Yes," Griselda replied.
"Well, I am very proud to have made your acquaintance. We have apartments in the Circus. There's no stint as to money. Mr. Greenwood said—that's the squire, you know—'Go and enjoy yourselves. But I thank my stars I've not to go along with you, that's all.'"
At this moment Leslie Travers entered the room, and looking round with the quick glance of love saw Griselda, and Griselda alone.
But who were the people she was seated with? Lady Betty called him by name, and stopped giggling behind her fan to do so.
"Here, Mr. Travers; go, I beseech you, and rescue Griselda from those Goths, into whose hands she has fallen. What a set! Goodness! it's as fine as a play!"
Leslie crossed the room, and bowing before Griselda, said:
"Lady Betty would be pleased if you joined her, Miss Mainwaring."
Griselda rose, and, bowing to her three companions, walked towards the opposite side of the room.