quam plurimæ: to be taken, feasting, three times a day!"
"But, Doctor!" I remonstrated. "Society doesn’t ’receive' three times a day!"
"That's all you know about it !" the young Doctor gaily replied. "At home, lawn-tennis, 3 p.m. At home, kettledrum, 5 p.m. At home, music (Elveston doesn't give dinners), 8 p.m. Carriages at 10. There you are!"
It sounded very pleasant, I was obliged to admit. "And I know some of the lady-society already," I added. "One of them came in the same carriage with me."
"What was she like? Then perhaps I can identify her."
"The name was Lady Muriel Orme. As to what she was like——well, I thought her very beautiful. Do you know her?"
"Yes——I do know her." And the grave Doctor coloured slightly as he added "Yes, I agree with you. She is beautiful."
"I quite lost my heart to her!" I went on mischievously. "We talked——"
"Have some supper!" Arthur interrupted with an air of relief, as the maid entered with
