“Already! May I come and call?”
“Your father knows my address.”
“Oh, I say—but—”
“You’re not going already!” cried Mrs. Wolfstein, who was having a second glass of Benedictine and beginning to talk rather outrageously and with a more than usually pronounced foreign accent.
“I must, really.”
“I’m afraid my son has bored you,” murmured Sir Donald, in his worn-out voice.
“No, I like him,” she replied, loud enough for Leo to hear.
Sir Donald did not look particularly gratified at this praise of his achievement. Lady Holme took an airy leave of everybody. When she came to Pimpernel Schley she said:
“I wish you a great success, Miss Schley.”
“Many thanks,” drawled the vestal virgin, who was still looking into her coffee cup.