“I wish to Heaven I was going to pass the evening quietly with you, Lil!” sighed the poor youth, all his heart in his boots; but she begged him not to be a goose, told him he would meet much nicer girls, and made him promise to notice how they were all dressed, so as to describe the frocks to her next day.  Then she tripped back into the house, gave him a final smile, the door closed, and there was nothing for Everett to do but set off.

He has told me since what a dreadful walk that was.  He can remember it vividly across all the intervening years, and he declares that no criminal on his way to the gallows could have suffered from more agonising apprehensions.  He pictured his reception in a thousand dismal forms.  He saw himself knocking at the door; the moment’s suspense; the servant facing him.  What ought he to say?  “Is Lady Charlton at home?” But that was ridiculous, since he knew she was at home; should he then walk straight in without a word? but what would the servant think?  Or, supposing—­awful thought!—­he had made a mistake in the date; supposing this wasn’t the night at all?  He searched in his pockets for the card with feverish eagerness, and remembered he had left it stuck in the dining-room chimney glass.

His forehead grew damp with sweat, his hands clammy.  He slackened his speed.  Why was he walking so fast?  He would get there too soon:  how embarrassing to be the first arrival!  Then he saw by the next baker’s shop it was on the stroke of ten, and terror lent him wings.  How much more embarrassing to arrive the last!

The Charltons lived in Harley Street, which he had no sooner reached than he guessed that must be the house, mid-way down.  For a stream of light expanded wedge-wise from the door, which was flung open as a carriage drew up to the kerbstone.  Everett calculated he should arrive precisely as the occupants were getting out.  Better wait a couple of minutes.

Blessed respite!  He crossed the road and loitered along in the shadow of the opposite side.  He examined the house from this point of vantage.  It was a blaze of light from top to bottom.  The balcony on the drawing-room floor had been roofed in with striped canvas.  One of the red curtains hanging from it was drawn aside; he caught glimpses of moving forms and bright colours within.

He heard the long-drawn notes of a violin.  The ever-opening hall-door exhibited a brilliant interior, with numberless men-servants conspicuous upon a scarlet background.  Ladies in light wraps had entered the house from the carriage, and other carriages arriving in quick succession had disgorged other lovely beings.  If the door closed for one instant it sprang open the next at the sound of wheels.