"What makes you keep on twisting round like that?" he inquired in a stage whisper. "Are you looking for any one in particular?"
"No—o," I said, "but I have a funny sort of feeling as if some one were looking for me!"
"By Jove!" exclaimed Tony, and repressed himself at a glare from his mother. "I wonder if it's possible——" He stopped, and began carefully to smooth his silk hat which was poised on his knee.
"If what's possible?" I wanted to know, bending my head near to his, regardless of somebody's plume which grazed my eye.
"Oh—er, nothing much. Only just a silly idea of mine."
"Tell me, and let me judge whether it's silly or not. You're rousing my curiosity." And all the while I tingled with that almost irresistible desire to turn my head again. It was as if I were missing something very important.
"I'd rather not now," said Tony. "I'll tell you afterward."
Before I had time to wheedle the mystery out of him (as I felt confident I could) the "Wedding March" from Lohengrin struck up. Of course, Diana would have that! It went with St. George's and the rest of it: the "historic" thing.
She came up the aisle, her hand on Father's arm.
"Oh, doesn't he look handsome?" murmured Kitty Main.