“Oh, I am delighted!” she cried; “delighted! Charlie, I would do anything in the world if I thought. But there, we needn’t say anything. You just want to be introduced?”
“Yes; and they’d better know. I won’t have that hanging over my head.”
“I’ll manage everything. They have a garden-party on Monday; I shall propose to bring you, and I will go and see them meanwhile. One couldn’t write all that about the model.”
Everitt left her, not ill-satisfied. He had said rather more than he had intended, but it had been necessary to enlist his cousin, and he knew she would act in the friendliest fashion.
He waited impatiently.
On Thursday, Jack Hibbert, who tormented him unmercifully, informed him that he had an invitation for the Lascelles’.
“Hope they’ll never find out I’ve any connection with you,” he remarked, audaciously.
“Hope not, for my sake,” growled Everitt.
Finding that nothing came from Mrs Marchmont, on Friday morning he started for the Park, and strolled along the Row till he caught sight of his cousin riding a bay mare, and surrounded by friends. The first time of passing, she did not see him; but as she came down again she caught sight of Everitt, and rode up to the railings.
“Well?” he said, eagerly.