“That, mademoiselle, is less than nothing. All the obligation is on my side.”

Miss Betty bustled forward.

“Now that will do! I never heard such a foolish set of compliments! You are looking tired, Mr. Carr; come into the garden and rest.”

Salter stepped forward, but Diana stayed him with uplifted finger.

“If Mr. Carr will accept my arm?” she hazarded.

Jack flushed.

“Indeed, no, Miss Beauleigh⁠—I can⁠—”

“Oh, tut-tut!” cried Miss Betty. “Have done dillydallying! Take him out, Di!”