"Truly I shall. Quite miraculously. And you're to see that the young Greek godling doesn't get any other partner for supper—"
"Esmé!!"
"—because I'm sure he'd rather have me," she concluded superbly.
"Eleanor Stanley Maxwell Elliot!"
"Oh, you may call me all my names. I'm accustomed to abuse from you. But you'll arrange it, dear Jinny, won't you!"
"Did you ever fail of anything when you put on that wheedling face and tone?"
"Never," said Miss Elliot with composure, but giving her friend a little hug. "Here they come. I fly. Bring him to me later."
Piloted by Festus Willard, Hal crossed the floor, and beheld, moving to meet him with outstretched hands, a little woman with an elfin face and the smile of a happy child.
"Have you forgotten me, Hal?"
"Lady Jeannette!" he cried, the old boyhood name springing to his lips. "What are you doing here?"