In the cloak-room, Tancred was still at her side, and was presented to
her mother, Lady Charmouth.
'I am sorry to separate,' said Tancred.
'And so am I,' said Lady Constance, smiling; 'but one advantage of this
life is, we meet our friends every day.'
'I am not going anywhere to-morrow, where I shall meet you,' said
Tancred, 'unless you chance to dine at the Archbishop of York's.'
'I am not going to dine with the Archbishop of York,' said Lady
Constance, 'but I am going, where everybody else is going, to breakfast
with Mrs. Guy Flouncey, at Craven Cottage. Why, will not you be there?'
'I have not the honour of knowing her,' said Tancred.
'That is not of the slightest consequence; she will be very happy to
have the honour of knowing you. I saw her in the dancing-room, but it
is not worth while waiting to speak to her now. You shall receive an
invitation the moment you are awake.'
'But to-morrow I have an engagement. I have to look at a yacht.'
'But that you can look at on Monday; besides, if you wish to know
anything about yachts, you had better speak to my brother, Fitz-Heron,
who has built more than any man alive.'
'Perhaps he has one that he wishes to part with?' said Tancred.
'I have no doubt of it.
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