They wound in and out in quest of Gertrude Canterton, and found her at last in the very centre of the crowd, smiling and wriggling in the stimulating presence of a rear-admiral. She was wearing a yellow dress and a purple hat, a preposterous and pathetic combination of colours when the man she had married happened to be one of the greatest flower colourists in the kingdom. Eve shook hands and was smiled at.
“How do you do, Miss Garvice?”
“It isn’t Garvice, mother.”
Eve was discreet and passed on, but Lynette was called back.
“Lynette, come and say how do you do to Admiral Mirlees.”
Lynette stretched out a formal hand.
“How do you do, Admiral Mirlees?”
The sailor gave her a big hand, and a sweep of the hat.
“How do you do, Miss Canterton? Charmed to meet you! Supposing you come and show me the garden?”
Lynette eyed him gravely.