"That pleasure is yet to come. Have you?"
"M'm." A gleam of satisfaction shone in his eye. "Saw her at the Cafe Grecque once."
Dinah waited for more, but as Guest seemed to have relapsed into his habitual taciturnity she urged him kindly not to keep anything back.
Thus adjured, he replied: "Oh, I don't know anything about her! I only thought she'd be a bit out of place here — from what I saw."
Nothing further could be elicited from him. Dinah gave it up, and led the way back to the terrace.
Chapter Two
It was not until nearly six o'clock that the sound of a car driving up the long gravel sweep heralded the arrival of Geoffrey Billington-Smith and his proposed bride. Stephen Guest and Basil Halliday had gone into the billiard-room, and through the open windows at the other end of the terrace came the intermittent click of the balls. Fay also had left the terrace, on some murmured pretext. There remained Camilla, languorous in her long chair, holding an idly flirtatious conversation with the General, and Dinah, talking in a desultory fashion to Captain Billington-Smith.
"Would you like me to make love to you, darling?" inquired Francis.
"Do just as you like; I needn't listen," replied Dinah.
"It seems to be the order of the day," he said softly."You don't like me a bit, do you, my sweet?"