"Yes, both; and my brother too. Are you alone?"
"Oh, dear, no: Mab is here somewhere, and Miss Brabourne——"
Here Dick Arden became restive.
"Miss Wynifred!" he murmured, reproachfully, making an onward step.
Wyn inclined her head with another small and civil smile, and made as though she would have passed on.
"Miss Allonby—stay! Won't you give me a waltz?" cried Claud, hastily.
"I have none till quite the end of the programme, and I am afraid you will have gone home by then," replied Wyn, airily, over her shoulder.
Claud went forward, determinedly.
"If you will give me one, I will stay for it," he said, with some energy.
"Well, you shall have number nineteen; but mind you don't trouble to wait if it is not quite convenient."