The tone suggested to her mother's sharp ears that something was wrong.
"Mr. Sharnbrook has just gone."
"He is staying to luncheon?"
"No," Dagmar answered. "Mother did not ask him."
"He must!" Ethel exclaimed, making for the door.
"Ethel!" Dagmar cried, as she sprang after her.
Lady Agatha, scenting mischief, turned to Peckover. "Will you present your—friends?" she said coldly.
Peckover, roused from the natural preoccupation induced by his position, did so. "Miss Leo, Mr. Leo——"
"Friends from the Bush?" Lady Agatha enquired superciliously, eyeing through her "witherers" Lalage's short hair and short dress.
"Yes—just so," Peckover answered in his confusion.