"But you are going to marry him, Peggy?"
There was an agitation in the voice of Rex Leferre that almost startled his sister: it certainly diverted for the moment the resentment that was growing toward her unpunctual fiance.
"What makes you say that?" she asked. "Does it mean that I am breaking off my engagement because Luke is a bad host and has kept us waiting ten minutes?"
They were in the palm court of the Carlton, and the remainder of the guests, mercifully occupied with their cocktails and gossip, were apparently unaware of Luke's bad manners.
She stood apart with the young man who was her only relation, and no stranger seeing them would imagine them to be brother and sister. Rex was red haired, weak chinned, a fretful young man with a nervous trick of adjusting his dress tie every few minutes.
