As an aftermath he would have liked very much to sit down.

Instead, maintaining the mock gravity of his expression, he offered his arm, which Kitty accepted, still the Grand Duchess of Gerolstein.

Pompously they marched into the dining room.

But as Kitty saw Hawksley she dropped the air confusedly, and hesitated.

"Good gracious!" she whispered.
"What's the matter ?" Cutty whispered in turn.
"My clothes!" "What's the matter with 'em ?" "I slept in them!" If that wasn't like a woman! It did not matter how she might look to an old codger, aetat.