“Oh, must you, General?”
“I am not as young as I was,” he answered, “and as I have to read the lesson in Church tomorrow, I must have a good night’s sleep or I will stumble over the words.”
“I am sure you would never do that!” Lady Benson assured him.
Whilst she was occupied talking to the General, the Marquis had another quick look round for the girl who danced so well.
He was irritated to observe that once again she was dancing with Peter and he was just about to select another partner when Lady Benson put her hand on his arm.
“I am longing for a glass of champagne, Oliver, and I am sure you would enjoy one too. Let us go to the buffet in the room next door.”
There was nothing the Marquis could do but agree and he had to admit that the champagne was excellent.
Lady Benson insiste
