"Head over ears apparently," said Lady Tranmore. "Everybody has lost their wits. I see Kitty has chosen her dress."
"Yes, if Fanchette can make it all right. Poor Kitty! She has been in such a state of mind. I think I'll go on with these invitations."
And, taking off her gloves and hat, Margaret French went to the writing-table like one intimately acquainted with the room and its affairs, took up a pile of cards and envelopes which lay upon it, and, bringing them to Lady Tranmore's side, began to work upon them.
"I did about half yesterday," she explained; "but I see Kitty hasn't been able to touch them, and it is really time they were out."
"For their party next week?"
"Yes. I hope Kitty won't tire herself out. It has been a rush lately."
"Does she ever rest?"
"Never—as far as I can see. And I am afraid she has been very much worried."
"About that silly affair with Prince Stephan?" said Lady Tranmore.
Margaret French nodded. "She vows that she meant no harm, and did no harm, and that it has been all malice and exaggeration. But one can see she has been hurt."