“Hulloa, Carey?”
“Come to the supper-room. I want to have a yarn with you. And all this”—he made a wavering, yet violent, gesture towards the dancers—“might be a Holbein.”
“A dance of death? What nonsense you talk!”
“Come to the supper-room.”
Robin looked at his friend narrowly.
“You’re bored. Let’s go and take a stroll down Park Lane.”
“No. Well, then, if you won’t—”
“I’ll come.”
He put his arm through Carey’s, and they went out together.
Lady Holme was generally agreeable to men. She was particularly charming to Leo Ulford that night. He was not an interesting man, but he seemed to interest her very much. They sat out together for a long time in the corner of a small drawing-room, far away from the music. She had said to Robin Pierce that she thought there was something about Leo Ulford that was like her husband, and when she talked to him she found the resemblance even greater than she had supposed.