As Paul glanced over the list, she put one slender foot on the curb of the fender and pulled her skirt a few inches above her ankle.
"'Sir Bryan Lumsden?' Who's he?"
"A stock-broking baronet, sir, of my acquaintance."
"That's a lurid description."
"He's very good to my 'Sparrow Parties.' Do you know him, that you pick him out?"
"I've seen him once," said Ingram slowly, pulling at his beard. "His manners where women are concerned did not impress me."
She tapped the rail with her foot. "You are very unmannerly. Mustn't I ask the world and the flesh sometimes?"
"What about the devil?"
She gave a tentative and rather frightened glance at his sardonic face.
"I think he comes the earliest."