"Are you trying to pull my leg? If I say 'No,' will you tell me that in that case I shall be very hungry by bedtime, or something? I suppose that old chestnut has just got round to your club. Have you been electing Noah an honorary member?" "I was about to suggest," said Juggernaut perseveringly, "that we should go and dine at the Savoy together." Daphne dimpled into a delighted smile. "You dear! And we might go on somewhere afterwards. What would you like me to wear?" She preened herself in anticipation. "Oh, anything," said Juggernaut absently. He was regarding his wife in an uncertain and embarrassed fashion. Suddenly he drew a deep breath, and took a step down towards her. Then, with equal suddenness, he turned on his heel and retired upstairs rather precipitately in the direction of his dressing-room. It was as well that Mrs Carfrae was not present. CHAPTER TEN. A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SOCIAL SUCCESS. By nine o'clock next morning Lady Carr, becomingly arrayed, was sitting up in bed munching a hearty breakfast, and reflecting according to her habit upon yesterday's experiences and to-day's arrangements. She had dined with her husband at the Savoy, but the meal had not been quite such a success as she had anticipated. Juggernaut had treated her with the restrained courtesy which was habitual to him; but ladies who are taken out to dinner at the Savoy, even by their husbands, usually expect something more than restrained courtesy. You must be animated on these occasions--unless of course you happen to be a newly-engaged couple, in which case the world benignantly washes its hands of you--or the evening writes itself down a failure. Juggernaut had not been animated. He had ordered a dinner which to Daphne's gratification and surprise--she had not credited him with so much observation--had consisted almost entirely of her favourite dishes. But he had not sparkled, and sparkle at the Savoy, as already intimated, is essential.