Can you suggest anything yourself? What do you want?"
"That is the question," Wingrave said, "which I have been asking
myself. Unfortunately, up to now, I have not been able to answer it.
Regarding myself, however, from the point of view of a third party, I
should say that the thing I was most in need of was the society of my
fellow creatures."
"Exactly," Rocke declared. "That is what I thought you would say! It
won't take us long to arrange something of the sort for you."
"Can you put me up," Wingrave asked, "at your club, and introduce me
to your friends there?"
Rocke flinched before the steady gaze of those cold enquiring eyes, in
which he fancied, too, that a gleam of malice shone. The color mounted
to his cheeks. It was a most embarrassing situation.
"I can introduce you to some decent fellows, of course, and to some
very charming ladies," he said hesitatingly, "but as to the
club--I--well, don't you think yourself that it would scarcely be wise
to--"
"Exactly," Wingrave interrupted. "And these ladies that you spoke
of--"
"Oh! There's no difficulty about that," Rocke declared with an air of
relief. "I can make up a little dinner party for tonight, if you like.
There's an awfully smart American woman over here, with the Fanciful
Fan Company--I'm sure you'd like her, and she'd come like a shot. Then
I'd get Daisy Vane--she's all right. They don't know anything, and
wouldn't care if they did.
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