Orlando threw the second stocking after the first and went to bed dismally enough, determined that she would forswear society forever. But again as it turned out, she was too hasty in coming to her conclusions. For the very next morning she woke to find, among the usual cards of invitation upon her table, one from a certain great Lady, the Countess of R. Having determined overnight that she would never go into society again, we can only explain Orlando’s behaviour⁠—she sent a messenger hotfoot to R⁠⸺ House to say that she would attend her Ladyship with all the pleasure in the world⁠—by the fact that she was still suffering from the effect of three honeyed words dropped into her ear on the deck of the Enamoured Lady