‘To go to the Yeomanry Ball that’s to be given this month.’
‘The Yeomanry Ball—Yeomanry Ball?’ he murmured, as if, of all requests in the world, this was what he had least expected. ‘Where is what you call the Yeomanry Ball?’
‘At Exonbury.’
‘Have you ever been to it before?’
‘No, sir.’
‘Or to any ball?’
‘No.’
‘But did I not say a gift—a present?’
‘Or a treat?’
‘Ah, yes, or a treat,’ he echoed, with the air of one who finds himself in a slight fix. ‘But with whom would you propose to go?’