"Warkworth starts at once?"
"He goes to Paris to-morrow. I recommended him to see Pattison, the Military Secretary there, who was in the expedition of five years back."
"This hasn't gone as well as it ought," said Dr. Meredith, in the ear of the Duchess.
They were standing inside the door of Julie's little drawing-room. The Duchess, in a dazzling frock of white and silver, which placed Clarisse among the divinities of her craft, looked round her with a look of worry.
"What's the matter with the tiresome creatures? Why is everybody going so early? And there are not half the people here who ought to be here."
Meredith shrugged his shoulders.
"I saw you at Chatton House the other night," he said, in the same tone.
"Well?" said the Duchess, sharply.
"It seemed to me there was something of a demonstration."