What I shall come to presently, I don't know.

But the immediate problem is that Helena bombed me last night by the unexpected announcement that she had asked Donald--Lord Donald--for the week-end.

Do you know him ?" Cynthia's eyebrows had gone up.
"Very slightly." "You know his reputation ?" "I begin to remember a good deal about him.

Go on." "Well, Helena had asked that man, without consulting me, to stay at my house, and she sprang the announcement on me, on Thursday, the invitation being for Saturday.

I had to tell her then and there--that he couldn't come." "Naturally.