“Very.”
He looked again at Cecily. “Funny—I haven’t seen a girl who looked like that in a long while.”
“How do you mean?”
“Dick Harrison is a lucky wretch, as usual.”
“He’s been vamped,” said Fliss. “Come over and I’ll introduce you to her.” It was one of those openings which Fliss could never resist.
“Here’s a man who has been begging to meet you,” she said a moment later to Cecily. She might have said more, but she was not quite free with Cecily yet.
Cecily gave Matthew her hand and the shadow of the smile that she had given Dick. Then, as the music began and Fliss and Dick danced away, the Heathcotes followed suit.
“I’d ask you to dance,” apologized Matthew, “but I’m rotten at it.”
“I’m tired of it, anyway. I was just wondering if I was getting middle-aged.”
“Only in the first stages, I should judge.”