When?"
"In October, probably. Nothing is settled. More jam?"
"No, thanks. I say, Bicky, what are you going to do in September?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Because they are all going to La-bas, to the Golden Wedding. They were
talking about it the other day. Are you going, too?"
She shook her head. "Oh, no. But I daresay I shall be with the Lenskys
then. I can't go now, because one of the children is ill."
Tommy rose and looked at his watch, a shadow of his former proud manner
settling on him as he put on his gloves. "She will be very much
disappointed," he remarked, "but I don't see how she can forbid my
coming here now, do you?"
"No, of course she can't. And oh, Tommy, I have missed you! Are you at
Golden Square to-night?"
"Yes. Coming to supper?"
"I think so. Good-bye, you darling little boy."
After he had closed the door, Tommy pounded on it until she opened it.
"I say, Bicky, what happens to ambassadors who fail in their missions?"
he asked, winking delightedly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Yellow Dog Papillon lay asleep on the Chesterfield in Joyselle's room.
He was dreaming an enchanting dream about a particularly aromatic bone
that he found in a dust-bin--a ham-bone slashed by a careless hand and
cast away before all meat had been removed from it--a bone for which any
dog would have risked much.
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