The Marquis waited until she collapsed back against the pillows and then he said,
“I will tell my own doctor to visit you and you must certainly not get up when you are in such a condition.”
“I’m sure I’ll be able to dance on Monday,” Lottie murmured.
Leaving the room, the Marquis thought that did not help what he thought of as his ruined party.
He, however, drove back to Berkeley Square, told his secretary to send his doctor, who also attended the Prince Regent, to see Lottie and instructed Mr. Cunningham to have a basket of orchids delivered to the house in Royal Avenue as soon as possible.
It annoyed him intensely to know, as he drove away, that the numbers of his house party were now odd instead of even and, while everyone else had been carefully paired, he would be odd man out an
