"My name is Plummer."
George was electrified. He looked across the table with more vivid interest. The amorous Plummer had been just a Voice to him till now. It was exciting to see him in the flesh.
"And who are the rest of them?"
"They are all members of the family. I thought you knew them."
"I know Lord Marshmoreton. And Lady Maud. And, of course, Lord Belpher." He caught Percy's eye as it surveyed him coldly from the other side of the table, and nodded cheerfully. "Great pal of mine, Lord Belpher."
The fluffy Miss Plummer twisted her pretty face into a grimace of disapproval.
"I don't like Percy."
"No!"
"I think he's conceited."
"Surely not? What could he have to be conceited about?"