"What is it?" demanded Felicity, agog with female interest.
"Mephistopheles. Suits my style of beauty."
She was doubtful. "I don't really mind about that," she informed him. "You see, I'm going as a Powder-Puff, and you won't suit my style at all."
"God forbid. A Powder-Puff! Look here, what is this ball about, and why, and where?"
Her brown eyes opened to their widest extent. "Good Lord, didn't Mummy tell you in her letter?"
He laughed. "Aunt Marion's letters are exactly like her conversation - the important bits left out."
"Well, it's at Norton Manor. Joan's engaged."
"Joan?"
"You know! Joan Fountain. You must have met her here."
"Fair girl with eyes? Who's the man?"