Packletide hopefully.
``I expect you'll find he'll echo my fancy for
Motorboat,'' said Colonel Drake.
At this moment the subject had to be hastily dropped.
Lady Susan bore down upon them, leaning on the arm of
Clovis's mother, to whom she was confiding the fact that she
disapproved of the craze for Pekingese spaniels. It was the
third thing she had found time to disapprove of since lunch,
without counting her silent and permanent disapproval of the
way Clovis's mother did her hair.
``We have been admiring the Himalayan pheasants,'' said
Mrs. Packletide suavely.
``They went off to a bird-show at Nottingham early this
morning,'' said Lady Susan, with the air of one who
disapproves of hasty and ill-considered lying.
``Their house, I mean; such perfect roosting arrangements,
and all so clean,'' resumed Mrs. Packletide, with an
increased glow of enthusiasm. The odious Bertie van Tahn
was murmuring audible prayers for Mrs. Packletide's ultimate
estrangement from the paths of falsehood.
``I hope you don't mind dinner being a quarter of an hour
late tonight,'' said Lady Susan; ``Motkin has had an urgent
summons to go and see a sick relative this afternoon.
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