For her eighteenth birthday, on February 20, 1918, in the Taj Mahal Hotel Ball Room, Ruttie had surreptitiously sent an invitation card to her Jay. Ruttie had reserved a chair for him on main table, occupied by her parents, Uncle Khusru, aunt Chantal, Governor, Sir George Lloyd and his enchanting wife, Lady Christina Lloyd. Jay, reed thin dressed like a fashion plate, in a black tuxedo made his entry in the Taj Mahal Ball Room. He looked like the proverbial knight in shining armour. Ruttie received Jay at the entrance, led her beau to the chair next to her mother, Lady Dina Petit. Sir Dinshaw was a gentleman and he swallowed his pride, made polite conversation with Jay. But then as if on cue, the Hotel orchestra began the evening with Chopin's music "So deep is the night." And the five feet two, small built and size, Ruttie in a low evening dress, led the debonair to the dance floor where she sought his consent. To a flabbergasted audience, in the culmination of the tune, "So deep is the night" Ruttie leading Jay by her hand, went to the microphone, where she impetuously announced "Jay and I are getting married." Sir Dinshaw controlled his ire. The guests heaped congratulations. But towards the end of the party, after Sir Lloyd George and his spouse Christina had departed, Sir Khusru felicitated his elder brother, Sir Dinshaw, who lost his cool and patience. Generally, the Anglophile Sir Dinshaw, spoke in English and with his wife Dina and sister-in-law Chantal in French. This time he blurted angrily in his vernacular Gujarati, while looking down at Jinnah: "Ah Musla, ne mari decri apun!" (Must I give my daughter to this Musla. The word Musla in Gujarati is a pun for Muslims).