CHAPTER IV.
CAKE MORNING "Oh, bother! It's cake morning." Dot Waring turned from the Rectory breakfast-table with a flourish of impatience.

"And I do so want to hear all about it," she said.

"You might have come down earlier, Ralph." "My good sister," said the rector's son, helping himself largely to bread and honey, "consider yourself lucky that I have come down at all after dancing half the night with Mrs.Damer, who is no light weight." "You didn't, Ralph! I am quite sure you didn't! I'm not going to believe anything so absurd." Nevertheless she paused on her way to the door for further details.
"All right.

I didn't," said Ralph complacently.

"And Sir Giles didn't get drunk as a lord and tumble about the ballroom, and yell comic--awfully comic--songs, till someone hauled him off to the refreshment-room and filled him up with whiskey till he could sing no more!" "Oh, Ralph! Not really! How utterly beastly! Was Lady Carfax there ?" "She was at first, but she cleared out.