Anthony hesitated, and the girl laughed merrily.
"I'm a past-mistress of blackmail," she said. "My husband taught me."
Anthony joined in her merriment before clearing his throat.
"My first place," he said, "was in Lancaster Gate."
"I know," said Daphne eagerly. "North of the Park. Go on."
Before they parted, they had danced two more dances together.
Then he spent a quarter of an hour with Betty and another like period with Anne. After that, before he could get to Valerie, he was handed to a little fair damsel, all big grey eyes and masses of golden hair.
"Major Lyveden—Miss Mansel."
"Isn't Daphne nice?" said that lady. "I saw you dancing with her.
She's my cousin."
"I envy you both," said Anthony.