had a horrid little jabbing pain in her mind.
Cyril Brewster was a polite young man. He said, âMay I have the pleasure?â and Gay said, âYes,â and the music struck up again and they danced.
It was a very efficient performance on Mr. Brewsterâs part, but it lacked thrill. There was plenty of swing in the music, but what is the good of swing in the music if there isnât any swing in your partner? Gay caught a glimpse of Sylvia floating in Algyâs arms. Sylvia really did floatâlike a cloud, like a wave, like a leaf in the wind.
The crooner lifted up his voice and crooned:
âYouâre mine this minute.
Thatâs all thatâs in it
and thereâs no limit
To my ecstasy.â
Cyril Brewster said, in the voice which indicated that a remark has been repeated for the second time,
âHave you known Lady Colesborough for long?â
âIâm so sorry,â said GayââI was thinking about something else. What did you say?â
Mr. Brewster repeated his remark for the third timeâpatiently.
âI said, âHave you known Lady Colesborough for long?ââ
âTwenty years,â said Gay, and then giggled because he looked as if he didnât believe her. âSheâs a cousin, you know, and we bit each other in the nurseryâat least I did the biting and Sylvia did the kissing and making friends afterwards.â
âShe must have been a lovely child,â said Cyril Brewster earnestly.
âEveryone says so. I expect that was why I bit.â
Cyril put his pince-nez straight. He did this constantly, but it never stayed put.
âI have only met her three times,â he said, âI think she is extremely beautiful.â
âEveryone thinks so,â said Gay firmly.
âIt is unusual to find anyone with so many attractions. As a rule there is something lacking, but Lady Colesborough has everything. Of course, I do not know her well enough to speak of anything but externals. If it is possible to judge by those, her disposition should be as charming as her face.â
âShe has a very amiable disposition,â said Gay.
Algy was perfectly right. Brewster was a most efficient bore, and, like all bores, there was no stopping him. He wanted to talk about Sylvia, and he intended to talk about Sylvia. He went on talking about Sylvia.
âThe first time I met her was not really a meeting at all. She was walking with Mrs. Wessex-Gardner, and I bowedâto Mrs. Wessex-Gardner. And the second time she was also walking in the parkââ
âWith Mrs. Wessex-Gardner?â
âNoâshe was alone, so of course I couldnât bow. But tonight Mrs. Wessex-Gardner very kindly asked me to join her party, and I was introduced to her. As you are her cousin, perhaps you will tell me a little more about her. Is she a widow?â
âCertainly not. Sheâs only been married for a year.â
âAnd her husband?â
âHe is Sir Francis Colesborough, because his father made a lot of money inâwell, I think it was timberâand gave away parks, and playgrounds, and things, so they made him a baronet. He bought a most lovely old place called Cole Lester. I believe he bought it because of the name being like his own, and of course it belongs to Francis now.â
âI see,â said Cyril. âAnd do they live there a good deal?â
âI donât think so. Sylvia likes London. She was brought up in the country, you know, so sheâs had enough of it. Francis seems to go away a lot on business.â
âAh, yes,âI suppose he would.â He went on talking about Sylvia and asking questions. The croonerâs voice came through again:
âIâm feeling lazy.
My mindâs all hazy
Because Iâm crazy
With my ecstasy.â
VI
It was rather a disappointing evening, because Algy when he came back would do nothing but talk about Sylvia too. Even in the