"Geoffrey's intended," replied Dinah, finishing what was left of her tea. "Cabaret dancer. Said to be Mexican."
"Good heavens! Is he bringing her here? Young fool!" He glanced towards Fay, who had seated herself again behind the tea-table, and added, almost beneath his breath: "I suppose you realise who it is who will be made to suffer?"
"Let us go and look at the roses," said Dinah. "Come on!"
He looked down at her, his eyes still smouldering, but considerably puzzled. "What?"
"Go and look at the roses," repeated Dinah firmly, and got up. "We're going for a stroll in the rose garden, Fay."
Mrs. Halliday overheard this, and gave her brittle laugh. "How too romantic!"
"My husband is a very keen gardener," Fay said. "You must get him to show you round some time."
Camilla Halliday sent her a quick look under her lashes, weighing her. "I should adore it!" she murmured. "Will you, dear Sir Arthur?"
"Delighted!" he assured her. "Any time! I can only say that I should like my roses to see you."
Dinah looked back over her shoulder. "And even that isn't original," she said pensively. "Come on, Stephen."