"Still, I
think"--smiling--"Robin will be glad to have his sister, too. And you
needn't worry about me in the least. I've heaps of friends in Paris.
Besides, Brett Forrester--my scapegrace nephew--is there now, and he and I
always amuse each other."
"Tony knows him, doesn't he? He mentioned having met him in London, I
remember."
"Yes. I believe they both belong to the same gambling set in town--more's
the pity!" replied Lady Susan, with grim disapproval. "The only difference
between them being that Brett gambles and can afford to do it, while Tony
gambles--and can't. I haven't seen Brett for a long time now," she went on
musingly. "Not since last August, when he was yachting and put in at
Silverquay Bay for a few days. He's always tearing about the world, though
he rarely troubles to keep me informed of his whereabouts. I wish to
goodness he'd marry and settle down!"
A sudden puff of wind blew in through the open window, disarranging the
grouping of a vaseful of flowers, and Ann crossed the room to rectify the
damage. Lady Susan's eyes followed her meditatively. She liked the girl's
supple ease of movement, the clean-cut lines of her small, pointed face.
There was something very distinctive about her, she reflected, and she had
to the full that odd charm of elusive, latent femininity which is so
essentially the attribute of the modern girl with her boyish lines and
angles.
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