“Well, her husband was in the last Cabinet. Your wife ought to know her. Lady Pebworth admired her immensely the only time she saw her.”
“Have they met?”
“No, but do you remember one evening when you and Sibella were in the stalls at the Gaiety, and I was in a box with some people?”
“Yes.”
“That was Lady Pebworth. She has been very civil to me. I don’t suppose I should have had such a good time if it had not been for her.”
This admission of my own indebtedness to someone else for the entrée to certain houses that he had envied me made him quite genial, and broke down the barrier between us, while a little more flattery judiciously laid on accomplished what I desired.
“You haven’t been to see us yet,” he said, quite graciously.
“I haven’t been asked,” I laughed.
“I’ll get Sibella to write and ask you to one of our Sunday lunches.”
We parted quite amicably, and I think I left him under the impression that I was most anxious to be friendly with him.