"The clouds are lifting.

You'll come ?" "What, to lunch ?" said Lady Niton, just behind.

"Of course they will.
What else is there for the women to do?
Congratulate you on your waistcoat, Oliver." "Isn't it superb ?" he said, drawing himself up with mock majesty, so as to show it off.

"I am Alicia's debtor for life." Yet a careful ear might have detected something a little hollow in the tone.
Lady Niton looked at him, and then at Miss Drake, evidently restraining her sharp tongue for once, though with difficulty.

Marsham lingered a moment making some last arrangements for the day with his sister.