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Don't you think Lord
Dymchurch might be willing to come? If I may propose myself--" The
roguish smile was lost in a radiant archness. "Half a dozen of us
just to talk over the political situation."
Lashmar looked delighted. In reality he was seized with anxious
thought as to whom he could invite for such an important occasion.
As is commonly the case with men of great self-esteem and modest
resources, he had made friends with the poorer and less ambitious of
his acquaintances, and these were not the sort of people to present
either to Mrs. Toplady or to Lord Dymchurch. However, he knew a man
pretty well placed in the Home Office. He knew also--
"Would you like to ask our friend Mrs. Woolstan?" let fall the
hostess, shooting one swift glance at his busy forehead.
"Yes--certainly--"
"She's charming," pursued Mrs. Toplady, with her kindest air, "and
I'm sure your views interest her."
"Mrs. Woolstan spoke of them?"
"Oh, yes! She called here, as I told you, the day before I went down
to Rivenoak, and, as we were talking, I happened to mention where I
was going.


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