It was literature of the highest kind, and realising this with every sentence he perused, it was with a shock of surprise that he remembered the personality of the author the unobtrusive girl who had been the "show animal" at Her Grace of Deanshire's reception and dance.
It was the evening after that of the Duchess of Deanshire's reception; his wife had gone to another similar "crush," but had graciously excused his attendance, for which he was honestly grateful.
"I hear you are among the guests invited to the Duchess of Deanshire's party," it ran "I hope you will go for the purely selfish reason that I want to meet you there. Hers is a great house with plenty of room, and a fine garden for London. People crowd to her 'crushes', but one can always escape the mob.