"But it's ridiculous! It's—"
"Of course. All girls are ridiculous."
"Sally, don't be tiresome! What's to be done?"
"Leave 'em alone," counselled her ladyship. "There's no good to be got out of interfering. Philip must play his own game."
"He intends to. But he does not know whether she loves him or not!"
"You can tell him from me that there is hope, but that he must go carefully. And now I'm going to sleep. Good bye, Maurice."
[Sixteen]
Mistress Cleone Finds There Is No Safety in Numbers
When Philip entered the ballroom of my lady Dering's house, on Wednesday evening, Lady Malmerstoke had already arrived. Cleone was dancing with Sir Deryk; Jennifer was sitting beside her ladyship, looking very shy and very bewildered. As soon as he could do so, Philip made his way to that end of the room.
Lady Malmerstoke welcomed him with a laugh.