“You must countermand the order to have it opened.” “That I cannot do. I publicly, at the meeting, announced that I would allow the house and grounds to be overrun on Saturday, and I cannot withdraw the permission.” “Only for this once.” “Not for this once. It is the first Saturday after the promise was made. You must postpone your garden-party.” “I cannot do that. The invitations have been sent out. There is no time; ices, the band, everything, are ordered.” “Well, Julia, we must make shift as we can.” “Look here, Lamerton, how will it do to confine our party to the terrace and garden, and have refreshments in the orangery?” “So be it; that will do very well. The guests will not object. Tell them there has been a clash, and they will enjoy the joke.” “The public will want to be admitted to the house by the principal entrance.” “Of course. They are to be shown the state apartments, and the doubtful Van Dyck.” “Then—how about our guests? What a predicament you have got me into. We cannot receive our guests at the back door.” “No need for that, Julia. Receive in the garden. The carriages will set down the guests at the iron gates. Pray heaven we may have fine weather!” “It will be very awkward. The footmen will have to look after the sight-seers, that they do not poke their umbrellas through the pictures, or finger the ornaments—and we shall want them in the garden to attend to our guests!” “It will go all right. I will send Macduff to arrange. He is a manager.” After a pause, Lady Lamerton said, “I am glad Hermione will take Arminell under her wing. You have told Armie to be ready to start on Monday?” “Yes; I don’t understand the girl, whether she is in a sulk, or sorry for her misconduct.” “Her boxes are being got ready,” said Lady Lamerton. “There is something in her manner that is uncomfortable. I have noticed it as well as you. When I speak about Lady Hermione, she says nothing, and leaves the room.” “A plunge in London life will renovate her.” “I trust so. She sadly needs renovation. The caldron of a London season differs from that of Pelias. The latter rejuvenated those dipped in it; but the former matures.” “Have you spoken to Arminell about going out with Jingles the other night?” Lady Lamerton shook her head. “No,” said his lordship, “I know it is of no use. Best say nothing. We must build our hopes on a diversion of her thoughts.” “Yes—” Lady Lamerton mused, then heaved a sigh. “Oh, Lamerton, what a muddle you have made! How shall we manage a garden party when we have the public swarming all about the place? It is a _contretemps_!” CHAPTER XXIX. HOW IT WAS CONTRIVED.