'Glad Goring did not hear you,' said Jerry, glancing nervously towards the pair at the piano.
'Why?'
'He is rather spooney in that quarter.'
'Don't use camp slang, Jerry—which quarter—the Chevenix girl?'
'No, Miss Cheyne,' replied her son, in a low voice.
'Emily,' said Lady Julia, 'I have added that girl's name to our list—you will see that an invitation is sent to her and her father to-morrow.'
'Yes, aunt,' replied Emily, with a slight shade of annoyance on her naturally sweet face. 'Was it not she who behaved so shockingly to Colonel Graves, of the Artillery?'
'It was Graves—the utter cad—who behaved shockingly to her, poor girl,' exclaimed Jerry, with warmth.
'Really, Jerry, you must keep your temper. See how you have made Emily blush.'
'Mother!'