“I wish you would tell me who some of these people are,” he said, as she turned from talking to the man on her other-side.  “Who is the man over there?”

“Which man?”

“The one talking to Lady Maud.  The fellow whose face ought to be shuffled and dealt again.”

“That’s my brother.”

That held George during the soup.

“I’m sorry about your brother,” he said rallying with the fish.

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“It was the light that deceived me.  Now that I look again, I see that his face has great charm.”

The girl giggled.  George began to feel better.

“Who are some of the others?  I didn’t get your name, for instance.  They shot it at me so quick that it had whizzed by before I could catch it.”

“My name is Plummer.”

George was electrified.  He looked across the table with more vivid interest.  The amorous Plummer had been just a Voice to him till now.  It was exciting to see him in the flesh.

“And who are the rest of them?”

“They are all members of the family.  I thought you knew them.”

“I know Lord Marshmoreton.  And Lady Maud.  And, of course, Lord Belpher.”  He caught Percy’s eye as it surveyed him coldly from the other side of the table, and nodded cheerfully.  “Great pal of mine, Lord Belpher.”

The fluffy Miss Plummer twisted her pretty face into a grimace of disapproval.

“I don’t like Percy.”

“No!”

“I think he’s conceited.”

“Surely not?  ’What could he have to be conceited about?”

“He’s stiff.”

“Yes, of course, that’s how he strikes people at first.  The first time I met him, I thought he was an awful stiff.  But you should see him in his moments of relaxation.  He’s one of those fellows you have to get to know.  He grows on you.”

“Yes, but look at that affair with the policeman in London.  Everybody in the county is talking about it.”

“Young blood!” sighed George.  “Young blood!  Of course, Percy is wild.”

“He must have been intoxicated.”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” said George.

Miss Plummer glanced across the table.

“Do look at Edwin!”

“Which is Edwin?”

“My brother, I mean.  Look at the way he keeps staring at Maud.  Edwin’s awfully in love with Maud,” she rattled on with engaging frankness.  “At least, he thinks he is.  He’s been in love with a different girl every season since I came out.  And now that Reggie Byng has gone and married Alice Faraday, he thinks he has a chance.  You heard about that, I suppose?”

“Yes, I did hear something about it.”

“Of course, Edwin’s wasting his time, really.  I happen to know”—­Miss Plummer sank her voice to a whisper—­“I happen to know that Maud’s awfully in love with some man she met in Wales last year, but the family won’t hear of it.”