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"Yes, here I am," said the young man, as he entered the room and hastened up to Mrs Harrowby, no one suspecting that in his rapid transit he had managed to take in the fact of certain individuals' presence. "Yes, here I am; and I should apologise, I know, but it is all Lady Marth's fault. She dragged me here, and then left me in the lurch with the ponies at the door, quite forgetting I was not the groom. And then, no doubt, she has been wondering `what in the world has become of that Archie."
The few within hearing could not help laughing, he reproduced so cleverly Lady Marth's coldly languid tones.