He went to his Club. On the way he meditated writing a novel or a play—his inventive powers were so great. He had impressed Launa—she believed him. He had constructed the first chapter when he reached his Club.
Launa went for a long drive.
Paul was defeated. That night he received this note.
“We have made a mistake, you and I.
Forget it. It is too late. Remember only
your promise to stay until my wedding.
“L.”
CHAPTER XVII
Lady Blake had started evening receptions, and once a fortnight she was at home. She had some idea of founding a salon, but her ignorance of the necessary steps was appalling. She thought it would have something to do with school-books and asking questions on abstruse subjects.