"None at all. Who does the hostess at Jasmyn's parties?"
"Oh, Bertie's mother, Lady Nora Wilton, you know."
"I see."
"Did you think," said Felicity, laughing, "that it would be Agatha, Mrs. Wilkinson?"
"Oh—you mean the woman who's so fond of horses. Why, is she a friend of Vere's?"
"Some people say so, of course I don't know."
"I always see her," said Chetwode, "at races, with Bobby Henderson."
"Oh yes," said Felicity, "but that's only intellectual sympathy! I can't see the point of Bobby Henderson, can you? Vera likes him so much too."
"There is no point about him. He's just the usual sporting, stupid guardsman."
Felicity lit her husband's cigarette and left him.