"Er—no—none."
Her quick eyes looked at him in suspicion; he had hesitated a little.
"You've seen him?" she asked.
"Just casually, Madame Zabriska."
She turned away with a peevish little pout. "Then you're not very interesting," she seemed to say. But Neeld forgave her: she had asked him about Harry. He could forgive more easily because he had deluded her.
Addie Tristram's picture was at one end of the dining-room now, and Cecily's place was under it.
"My first dinner-party! Although it's a small one," she said to Iver as she sat down.
"Your first at Blent?"
"The first anywhere—actually!" she laughed, and then grew thoughtful for a moment, glancing out into the dark and listening to the flap of a bat's wing against the window.