CHAPTER XXVII.
A DINNER.
The last remark made by Miss De Voe to her fire resulted, after a few days, in Peter's receiving a formal dinner invitation, which he accepted with a promptness not to be surpassed by the best-bred diner-out.

He regretted now his vamping of the old suit.

Peter understood that he was in for quite another affair than the Avery, the Gallagher, or even the Purple dinner.

He did not worry, however, and if in the dressing-room he looked furtively at the coats of the other men, he entirely forgot the subject the moment he started downstairs, and thought no further of it till he came to take off the suit in his own room.
When Peter entered the drawing-room, he found it well filled with young people, and for a moment a little of the bewildered feeling of four years before came over him.

But he found himself chatting with Miss De Voe, and the feeling left him as quickly as it had come.