CHAPTER LVI.
A HOPE EXPIRES.
Mr. Longcluse knocked at Mr. David Arden's door. Yes, Miss Maubray was at home. He mounted the stairs, and was duly announced at the drawing-room door, and saw the brilliant young lady, who received him very graciously. She was alone.
Mr. Longcluse began by saying that the weather was cooler, and the sun much less intolerable.
“I wish we could say as much for the people, though, indeed, they are cool enough. There are some people called Tramways: he's a baronet—a very new one. Do you know anything of them? Are they people one can know?”
“I only know that Lady Tramway chaperoned a very charming young lady, whom everybody is very glad to know, to Lady May's garden-party the other day, at Richmond.”
“Yes, very true; I'm that young lady, and that is the very reason I want to know. My uncle placed me in their hands.”