The Seraph's hand went to his pocket and made pretence of weighing three or four invitations in the balance. Finally he selected the Carsten card and glanced at it with an air of doubt.
"Will my presence be welcome?" he asked.
"You must ask Lady Carsten, she's invited you."
"Welcome to you?"
"It depends on yourself."
"What must I do?"
Sylvia pursed up her mouth and looked at him with head on one side.
"Be a little more particular in the company you keep."
"I usually am."
"With some startling lapses."