"They would be. There's no bally mock modesty about George! Who is
here, by the way?"
"Well, there's no one at the present moment except Alan's two
children and old Mrs. Fawcett. I have got a regular smart
house-party coming for you to-morrow, though."
She looked at me mischievously.
"Go on," I said; "I can bear it."
"There's Miss Faversham and her mother"--she began to tick them off
on her fingers--"a good-looking girl, lots of money; her father is
the big contractor, Faversham and Kent, you know. Then there are the
Gordons--the K.C. and his wife; and the McCullochs from
Innestair--another pretty girl there; and Raymond Sturgis--he's a
sort of cousin of yours; and old Lord Pembery and----"
"Great Scott!" I interrupted. "Do you mean they're all coming in a
bunch?"
"More or less. They will be here to dinner, anyhow. I shall want
you to play host, Guy."