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Mary appeared to hesitate, but seeing Rachel's dark eyes turned upon her imploringly, she murmured something that sounded like acquiescence. In his high-bred, courteous way, Lord Passmore professed himself to be delighted.
"We dine at eight o'clock," he said. "We will have a simple dinner and Miss Pearson shall act as hostess. There are some choice wines in the cellar which I will bring out in honour of the occasion. It is a long time since I had the privilege of entertaining two such charming ladies under my roof. Perhaps I might induce you to come an hour beforehand so that I could show Miss Marna around the house. Well, what is it?"