Later on, when everyone else had gone, the Seymours, together with
Penelope and Nan, drew round the fire for a final few minutes' yarn.
"Well, how do you like Kitty's latest lion?" asked Barry, lighting a cigarette.
"I think he's a dear," declared Penelope warmly. "I liked him immensely—what I saw of him."
"He's such an extraordinary faculty for reading people," chimed in
Kitty, puffing luxuriously at a tiny gold-tipped cigarette.
"Part of a writer's stock in trade, of course," replied Barry. "But he's a clever chap."
"Too clever, I think," said Nan. "He fills one with a desire to have one's soul carefully fitted up with frosted glass windows."
Penelope laughed.
"What nonsense! I think he's a delightful person."
"Possibly. But, all the same, I think I'm frightened of people who make me feel as if I'd no clothes on."
"Nan!"