"My dear, is it likely? I told him I always did it myself. But still, these offers are afflicting."
"I wonder Mr. Rodney hadn't more tact," began Mrs. Verulam. Then she recollected herself and laughed. "When shall I remember that you're a man?" she said.
"Perhaps when you get no more invitation cards," said Chloe with solemnity.
"Oh yes, yes!" cried Mrs. Verulam ecstatically. "It has nearly come to that; the goal is in sight at last."
"I believe it is," said Chloe rather grimly. "You don't mean to tell me, Daisy, that you really are in earnest, that you really do want to be put out of this heavenly life?"
"Indeed, indeed I do! This week, perhaps, the cage door will open. Oh!" she clasped her hands in rapture. "This week!"
"Well, you are the most extraordinary creature! But I believe this week will decide it. Daisy, the Duchess means mischief."
"I know."
"I almost thought at the last moment she wouldn't come, that she would think you were too compromised and compromising."
"You don't know her. She hadn't got another invitation for Ascot; she is obliged to use me as a sort of hotel. Besides, you are here, and she's a woman of courage and resource. In spite of all, she still has hopes of you for Lady Pearl."