She was annoyed to find the doors fastened, however, so that she had to ring. Mrs. Bolton opened.

“Why there you are, your Ladyship! I was beginning to wonder if you’d gone lost!” she said a little roguishly. “Sir Clifford hasn’t asked for you, though; he’s got Mr. Linley in with him, talking over something. It looks as if he’d stay to dinner, doesn’t it my Lady?”

“It does rather,” said Connie.

“Shall I put dinner back a quarter of an hour? That would give you time to dress in comfort.”

“Perhaps you’d better.”