"It will be very awkward. The footmen will have to look after the sight-seers, that they do not poke their umbrellas through the pictures, or finger the ornaments and we shall want them in the garden to attend to our guests!"
"It will go all right. I will send Macduff to arrange. He is a manager."
After a pause, Lady Lamerton said, "I am glad Hermione will take Arminell under her wing. You have told Armie to be ready to start on Monday?"
"Yes; I don't understand the girl, whether she is in a sulk, or sorry for her misconduct."
"Her boxes are being got ready," said Lady Lamerton. "There is something in her manner that is uncomfortable. I have noticed it as well as you. When I speak about Lady Hermione, she says nothing, and leaves the room."
"A plunge in London life will renovate her."
"I trust so. She sadly needs renovation. The caldron of a London season differs from that of Pelias. The latter rejuvenated those dipped in it; but the former matures."
"Have you spoken to Arminell about going out with Jingles the other night?"
Lady Lamerton shook her head.
"No," said his lordship, "I know it is of no use. Best say nothing. We must build our hopes on a diversion of her thoughts."
"Yes—" Lady Lamerton mused, then heaved a sigh. "Oh, Lamerton, what a muddle you have made! How shall we manage a garden-party when we have the public swarming all about the place? It is a contretemps!"
