Lady Janet lifted her bright black eyes in mute expostulation to the carved Cupids and wreaths on the dining-room ceiling.
“When am I to have the honor of the lady’s visit?” she inquired, with ironical resignation.
“To-day,” answered her nephew, with impenetrable patience.
“At what hour?”
Julian composedly consulted his watch. “She is ten minutes after her time,” he said, and put his watch back in his pocket again.
At the same moment the servant appeared, and advanced to Julian, carrying a visiting card on his little silver tray.
“A lady to see you, sir.”
Julian took the card, and, bowing, handed it to his aunt.
“Here she is,” he said, just as quietly as ever.
Lady Janet looked at the card, and tossed it indignantly back to her nephew. “Miss Roseberry!” she exclaimed. “Printed—actually printed on her card! Julian, even MY patience has its limits. I refuse to see her!”