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Rose had flushed up , and said a few incoherent words , which he had understood to be words of reproach , had left Lady Helen 's as quickly as possible , and next morning his Greenlaws party had fallen through . ` Check , certainly , ' said Flaxman to himself ruefully , as he pondered these circumstances , ` not mate , I hope , if one can but find out how not to be a fool in future . ' And over his solitary fire he meditated far into the night . Next day , at half-past seven in the evening , he entered Lady Charlotte 's drawing-room , gayer , brisker , more alert than ever . Rose started visibly at the sight of him , and shot a quick glance at the unblushing Lady Charlotte . ` I thought you were at Greenlaws , ' she could not help saying to him , and she coldly offered him her hand . Why had Lady Charlotte never told her he was to escort them ?