With a bow of insolent familiarity he turned on his heel and began to walk back towards Lady Blixworth. After a moment's hesitation Mervyn followed him. Trix darted to Glentorly.
'Take me somewhere,' she whispered. 'Take me away somewhere for a minute.'
'Away from that fellow, yes,' he agreed with a disgusted air.
Trix seemed to hear him imperfectly. 'Yes, yes, away from Mortimer,' she whispered.
The swiftest glance betrayed Glentorly's surprise as he obeyed her; she put her arm in his and he led her into the next room, where a sideboard with refreshments stood.
'What does the fellow mean?' he asked scornfully.
'It's nothing. Give me a little champagne,' said Trix.
Beaufort Chance lounged up to Lady Blixworth.
'Well, you saw me making myself pleasant?' His manner was full of a rude coarse exultation.