He paused, and wiped his heated brow with a scented handkerchief.
“Now this is too bad,” said her ladyship, playfully. “You are teasing me.”
“No, ’pon honour, no,” said Sir Grantley. “Fact is, don’t you know, I feel a kind of nervous shrinking.”
“Ah, you young men, you young men,” said her ladyship, shaking her head. “But come: tell me. Do I know her?”
“Oh, yas,” said Sir Grantley.
“To be sure,” cried her ladyship, clapping her hands together. “It’s Lady Mary Mahon. There, I’ve found you out.”
“No,” said Sir Grantley. “Guess again,” and this time he secured the eye-glass with a good ring of circles round it, which did not add to his personal appearance.
“Not Lady Mary,” mused her ladyship. “Well, it can’t be the wealthy Miss Parminter?”
“No,” said Sir Grantley, calmly; “oh, dear, no.”
“Why, of course not; I know, it’s the Honourable Grace Leasome.”