If a lady could grin, Sarah Malmerstoke grinned then.
"Thank you, Maurice. And how did you find Tom?"
"Quite incoherent," said Sir Maurice. "He has talked a deal of nonsense about love-passions belonging only to the young, but I never saw a man so madly elated in my life."
"How nice!" sighed my lady blissfully. "And what's your second point?"
Sir Maurice walked to the fire and stared into it.
"Sally, it's Cleone."
"Dear me! What's to do?"
"If anyone can help me, it's you," he began.
Her ladyship held up her hands.
"No, Maurice, no! You're too old!"