Lady Frances laughed pleasantly.
"I am so glad you have arranged that she should come right on from Liverpool, instead of staying in town for a night," she said easily. "It will be much the simpler plan. By the way, what day will we arrange to go down? You and I, I mean? Diana's big dance is on the fifth. Suppose we go down a day or two before?"
Clodagh responded instantly.
"Yes," she said—"yes, certainly. But talking of the dance reminds me of my curiosity. Where are you going to-night?"
This time evasion was impossible. Lady Frances turned to the dressing-table and picked up a diamond ornament.
"You can fix this in, Rees," she said, "and then go. I am going to the Tamperleighs'," she added carelessly, without looking at Clodagh.
"The Tamperleighs'?"
"In Grosvenor Place. Dull people."
Clodagh picked up a fan that was lying on a table near her, and examined it thoughtfully.
"Isn't Lady Tamperleigh an aunt of Sir Walter Gore's?"