“Like Vi! Is she? Laycock’s been simply ravin’—simply ravin’—and Laycock’s not a feller to—where is she?
“We shall come to her. So there was no gee-gee to look at in the country to-night?”
Lord Holme burst into a roar of laughter.
“There’s the vestal tending her lamp,” said Mr. Bry a moment later.
“The what up to what?”
“Miss Pimpernel Schley keeping the fire of adoration carefully alight.”
“Where?”
“There.”
“Oh, I see! Jove, what a skin, though! Eh! Isn’t it? She is deuced like Vi at a distance. Vi looks up just like that when she’s singin’. Doesn’t she, though? Eh?”
He went on towards her.