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In reckless mood, Clifford crossed the room. He had fully made up his mind to do exactly what he was told, only as yet he had not the vaguest idea how the scheme was to be carried out. It was easy enough to gain an introduction to Lady Sloman, who was not popular, and did not attract the men about her, as a rule. She was noisy and communicative, and Clifford had only to sit down and listen to a ceaseless stream of talk which lasted till a slim little man with dark flashing eyes came in and bowed to the company.
"Will you keep my seat for me?" Clifford asked, as he hurried away in search of his hostess. "I should like to remain here if I may, Lady Sloman; but there is some message that I quite forgot to give to Mrs.