CHAPTER XXX.
HOW THE FISH CAME TOGETHER.
Lady Lamerton did her utmost. She was lively, quite sprightly even. She moved among her guests with a pleasant smile and a courteous word for every one. The lawn-tennis courts were occupied by four sets of players. A cluster of young men and girls were at a table blowing soap bubbles, and finding fund for laughter in the process. A group of their seniors were making a party for bowls. Some of the guests stood on the terrace looking down at the lawn-tennis players and pretending to take interest in the games. The majority of those present wandered about the gardens, shrubberies, and conservatories.
A little hand was thrust into that of Lady Lamerton, and on looking down she saw Giles.
"Mamma, where is papa? I want to go with him."
"He has had to leave, dear, for a few minutes; he will return in perhaps half an hour."
"But I can run after him. Where is he?"
"You cannot follow him, Giles, he is walking fast, and is about something that your presence would disturb. Are there no little boys here for you to play with? Yes, there are the two Fountaynes. I invited them expressly."
"I do not want to play. I had rather walk with papa."
"But he would wish you to take the little boys and show them your pony. We cannot, my dear, always do what we like. We must bestir ourselves to make our guests happy."
