She gave a long puff to her cigarette.
“We did rather speak of it. But we shall do very well as we are. The program is full up and it’s perfectly ripping as it stands.”
“Yes, there’s only just one thing the matter with it,” the boy smiled good-naturedly, “and it’s easy enough to run her in. I guess Miss Lane could be run in most anywhere on any program and not clear the house.”
Lord Galorey, who knew nothing about the subject under discussion, said tactfully: “Why, of course, Letty Lane is perfectly charming, but you couldn’t get her, my dear chap.”
“I think we will let the thing stand as it is,” said the duchess, going back to her desk and stirring her paper about. “It’s really too late now, you know, Dan.”
Unruffled, but with a determination which Lord Galorey and the lady were far from guessing, Blair resumed tranquilly:
“Oh, I guess she’ll come in all right, late as it is. We’ll send word to her and fix it up.”
The duchess turned to him, annoyed: “Oh, don’t be a beastly bore, dear—you are not really serious.”
Dan still smiled at her sweetly. “You bet your life I am, though, Lily.”
She rang a bell at the side of her desk, and when the footman came in gave him the sheet of paper. “See that this is taken at once to the stationer’s.”