V
Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion's enthusiasm. "That may be true of Mr. Bender—for it's dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror."
"Well," said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, "I dare say a terror will help me." He had other business to which he at once gave himself. "And now, if you please, for that girl."
"I'll send her to you," she replied, "if you can't stay to luncheon."
"I've three or four things to do," he pleaded, "and I lunch with Kitty at one."
She submitted in that case—but disappointedly. "With Berkeley Square then you've time. But I confess I don't quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you've
set those men to carry out."
He showed surprise and regret, but even greater deci
