"Sixteen, and thinks he's twenty. Awfully saucy chap though. Went nap on a girl, and another fella' scooped th' pool."
"Don't they teach English at Eton, Billy?"
The youth was quite undisturbed. "Try to," he assured her; "but there's no snap about the classical rot they give us. Oh, here we are."
"And there is Reggy," cried Lady Richardson, craning her dyed head out of the window like another Jezebel. "How d'y do, Captain Lake? Lovely day! So sorry we're late. You know Lady James Kaimes?"
"I have that pleasure," said the tall young soldier, saluting. "Very sorry to hear your husband is ill, Lady James."
"Thanks! But I daresay Jamaica will pull him round, Captain Lake."
"Hope it won't," breathed Billy, at her elbow, as the lift soared.
"Why, you horrid little boy?"
"There'll be a chance for me."
"No, no! You're too much of a general lover, Billy."