But she showed no signs either of understanding or misunderstanding his
allusions to Adrien, and began to discuss a ball which Miss Penelope was
trying to arrange.
"Mr. Shelton, I am counting on you to help us," she said, turning to the
gentleman on her other side. "Auntie has been besieging uncle for the
last two months; and has, I think, carried the citadel."
"What is the motive of the attack?" inquired Mortimer Shelton.
"Aunt Penelope wants a fancy dress dance in the ball-room in the east
wing," she returned gaily, adding, as she looked across at her cousin,
who was listening attentively: "Adrien, if you would add your word, we
should get it. Won't you do so?"
"A fancy dress ball here?" he replied. "But if my father has refused
you, it is scarcely likely that I shall have any more influence." He
turned to his aunt. "Why not have Barminster House, Aunt Penelope?" This
was the town house, supposed to be given up almost exclusively to the
young man's use, though he generally inhabited his own chambers in
Jermyn Street. "I will hand it over to you from cellar to attic, and
will bind myself to be your faithful slave from early morn to dewy eve.
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