"Oh, Mr. Machin," she said, "what _do_ you think’s happened? I don’t know how to tell you, I ’in sure. Here you ’ve arranged for that dinner to-morrow and it’s all settled, and now Miss Earp telegraphs to our Nellie to say she ’s coming to-morrow for a day or two with us. You know Ruth and Nellie are _such_ friends. It’s like as if what must be, isn’t it? I don’t know what to do, I do declare. What _ever_ will Ruth say at us leaving her all alone the first fortnight she comes? I really do think she might have——" "You must bring her along with you," said Denry. "But won’t you—shan’t you—won’t she—won’t it——" "Not at all," said Denry. "Speaking for myself, I shall be delighted." "Well, I ’m sure you ’re very sensible," said Mrs. Cotterill. "I was but saying to Mr. Cotterill over breakfast—I said to him——" "I shall ask Councillor Rhys-Jones to meet you," said Denry. "He ’s one of the principal members of the Town Council here; local secretary of the Lifeboat Institution. Great friend of mine." "Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Cotterill, "it’ll be quite an affair." It was. Denry found to his relief that the only difficult part of arranging a dinner at the Majestic was the steeling of yourself to enter the gorgeous portals of the hotel. After that, and after murmuring that you wished to fix up a little snack, you had nothing to do but listen to suggestions, each surpassing the rest in splendour, and say "Yes." Similarly with the greeting of a young woman who was once to you the jewel of the world. You simply said, "Good afternoon, how are you?" And she said the same. And you shook hands. And there you were, still alive! The one defect of the dinner was that the men were not in evening dress. (Denry registered a new rule of life: Never travel without your evening dress, because you never know what may turn up.) The girls were radiantly white. And after all there is nothing like white. Mrs. Cotterill was in black silk and silence. And after all there is nothing like black silk. There was champagne. There were ices. Nellie, not being permitted champagne, took her revenge in ice. Denry had found an opportunity to relate to her the history of the Chocolate Remedy. She said, "How wonderful you are!" And he said it was she who was wonderful. Denry gave no information about the Chocolate Remedy to her father. Neither did she. As for Ruth, indubitably she was responsible for the social success of the dinner. She seemed to have the habit of these affairs. She it was who loosed tongues. Nevertheless, Denry saw her now with different eyes and it appeared incredible to him that he had once mistaken her for the jewel of the world.