This was not the first time lately that she had found herself
impressed with the utter staleness of things--she who had been wont to find
life so full of interest--and she knew that thoughts such as these were
best dismissed as soon as possible. They linked up too closely with searing
memories. She made a determined effort to steady herself, and pulled
herself together so successfully that the young Guardsman from Ferribridge
told quite a number of people that Miss Lovell was a "topping little sport
all round--good dancer and jolly good fun to talk to."
She danced several times with Tony, and left him completely nonplussed by
her uncanny discernment when, after he had stumbled through the revelation
of his engagement to Doreen Neville, during one of the intervals, she
promptly told him she had anticipated it long ago and wished him luck.
"And--and you and I?" he had queried with a certain wistful embarrassment.
"Pals, Tony," she answered frankly. "Same as always. You must let me meet
Lady Doreen when she comes back from Switzerland, and"--smiling--"I'll hand
over my charge to her. Have you been good lately, by the way?"
He flushed, and his eyes grew restless.
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