"Oh, it is, it is!" cried Cleone. "I am quite too dreadfully vain! And there is the bell again! James, who is it? It's vastly bad-mannered to peep, but you may do it. Quick!"
James went to the window.
"Too late," he said. "They are in, whoever they are."
"'Twill be Thomas," decided Lady Malmerstoke. "I wonder if he is any fatter?"
Jennifer giggled. She had never met anything quite like this queer, voluminous old lady before.
"Is—is Sir Maurice coming?" she inquired.
"I told him to be sure to come," answered her ladyship. "You know him, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" breathed Jennifer.
"Sah Maurice and Mr. Jettan," announced the little black page.
"Drat!" said her ladyship. She rose. "Where's your son?" she demanded, shaking her finger at Sir Maurice.