"Mistress Cleone," corrected Brenderby, bowing.
Lady Malmerstoke chose that moment at which to billow into the room. She leaned on the arm of one Mr. Jettan.
"Philip, you are a sad fellow! You do not mean one word of what you say! Oh, lud! I have chanced on a reception. Give ye good den, Jenny, my dear. Sir Deryk? Thus early in the morning? I think you know Mr. Jettan?"
The two men bowed.
"I have the pleasure, Lady Malmerstoke," said Brenderby. "I did not see you last night, Jettan? You were not at Gregory's card-party?"
"Last night?—last night? No, I was at White's with my father. Mademoiselle, your very obedient! Et la petite!"
"Bonjour, monsieur!" ventured Jennifer shyly.
Philip swept her a leg.
"Mademoiselle a fait des grands progrès," he said.
She wrinkled her brow.