“Oh, I do not know! Nor he! Take me back to the ballroom.”

“Certainly, my dear.” He rose and led her out. “I shall do myself the honour of waiting on you⁠—tomorrow.”

“Yes? How delightful ’twill be! Come to dine, Tracy! Richard is promised to the Fortescues.”

“In that case, I have much pleasure in accepting your invitation.⁠ ⁠… In heaven’s name, who is this?”

Lovelace was bearing down upon them.

“Lavinia! I have been seeking you everywhere!⁠—ah⁠—your servant, sir!” He bowed to his Grace, and took Lavinia’s hand.

“Oh⁠—oh, Harold!⁠—you remember Tracy?” she said nervously.

“Tracy! I did not know you masked! I saw you last in Paris.”