Lady Anselman stood once more in the foyer of the Ritz Hotel and counted her guests.

It was a smaller party this time, and in its way a less distinguished one.

There were a couple of officers, friends of Granet's, back from the Front on leave; Lady Conyers, with Geraldine and Olive; Granet himself; and a tall, dark girl with pallid complexion and brilliant eyes, who had come with Lady Anselman and who was standing now by her side.
"I suppose you know everybody, my dear ?" Lady Anselman asked her genially.
The girl shook her head a little disconsolately.
"We are so little in London, Lady Anselman," she murmured.

"You know how difficult father is, and just now he is worse than ever.

In fact, if he weren't so hard at work I don't believe he'd have let me come even now." "These scientific men," Lady Anselman declared, "are great boons to the country, but as parent I am afraid they are just a little thoughtless.
Major Harrison and Colonel Grey, let me present you to my young charge--for the day only, unfortunately--Miss Worth.