A slight smile flickered across her sister's face. "Oh, don't be an ass, Dinah, for heaven's sake!"
"Well, that was it the last time I came," said Dinah, hunting in her dressing-case for a comb.
"This is much worse. It's Geoffrey."
"Dipped again?" inquired Miss Fawcett sympathetically.
"Worse than that, even. He's engaged to be married. At least, he says he is."
Miss Fawcett combed out her short brown locks, and began to powder her nose. "Barmaid, or tobacconist's assistant?" she asked, as one versed in the follies of young men.
"Neither. She's a cabaret dancer."
Miss Fawcett gave a crow of laughter. "Oh, no! No cabaret dancer would fall for Geoffrey."
"Well, this one has. And it isn't even as though she's English. She's a Mexican." Lady Billington-Smith allowed this piece of information to sink in, and followed it up by a final announcement. "And he's bringing her here to spend the week-end."
"But how rich! how luscious!" exclaimed Dinah. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Has Geoffrey gone mad, do you suppose? Who is the girl?"