One of the party alone was dispirited and indisposed for conversation, and that was she whose money was being spent, and whose person was to be adorned. A fibre of her soul had been jarred.
On reaching the door round the corner, the ladies descended. Frank Wardroper had jumped out.
'Baker shall drive you on,' said Mrs. Tomkin-Jones grandly.
'Not at all—we are but five doors off.'
'He really may as well.'
'I am already out and on my feet.'
He took off his hat and bowed.
'Au revoir,' said Mrs. Jones, 'à sept heures.'
On entering the house, Winefred, who had become somewhat pale, laid her hand on the arm of her hostess and said, 'I should wish to say something.'
'By all means, my dear, when?'