He ignored too the inviting smile of a lady he passed in her open carriage.
He next drove down Piccadilly feeling oblivious of everything but his own dark thoughts.
When he reached Rock House in Park Lane, he decided that he must have time to think.
He realised only too well when he went into his study that there would be the usual pile of invitations lying on his desk.
As a rule he accepted only two or three of these and his secretary refused the rest.
Now he told himself savagely that, if he was to meet the type of lady who the Queen would approve of, he must attend the fashionable balls held practically every night in the London Season.
There waiting for him would be a bevy of debutantes.
At the parties he usually attended there were no ambitious Mamas speculating as to which par
