WHERE LOVE IS
Chapter I—THE FIRST GLIMPSE
HAVE you dined at Ranelagh lately?” asked Norma Hardacre.
“I have never been there in my life,” replied Jimmie Padgate. “In fact,” he added simply, “I am not quite sure whether I know where it is.”
“Yours is the happier state. It is one of the dullest spots in a dull world.”
“Then why on earth do people go there?”
The enquiry was so genuine that Miss Hardacre relaxed her expression of handsome boredom and laughed.
“Because we are all like the muttons of Panurge,” she said. “Where one goes, all go. Why are we here to-night?”