“If she does, we’ll send her from the table,” said Briggs.
Fanny wrinkled her nose at her uncle. “That funny little Frenchman’s to sit on my left,” she said, turning to Guy. “Oh, I won’t do a thing to him!”
“I want you to be particularly nice to young Clinton, of the British Embassy,” Briggs replied. “He’s a first-rate fellow, but very shy. I think perhaps you’ll amuse him.”
Guy at once looked uncomfortable. Fanny observed him, and laughed. “I expect to have a lovely time,” she said, casting down her eyes demurely.
“Who’s going to take you out?” Briggs asked, glancing first at Fanny and then at Guy.
“Mr. West,” Guy promptly replied.
Briggs looked puzzled. “What did you put her with him for?”
Fanny smiled knowingly. “Perhaps because he thought I’d be out of danger,” she said demurely.
Briggs turned away impatiently. “Well, don’t you dare to flirt with him, Fanny. He’s really dangerous.”
Guy’s face looked anxious. “It isn’t too late to change the arrangement,” he said, wistfully, and they all laughed.