"M. Joyselle," she asked him during a pause that only a burning desire
for champagne induced Lady Sophy to allow to pass unchallenged, "will
_petite mere_ mind my coming to sleep to-night? I want very much to see
her about something, and so I told mother I'd get you and Theo to take
me home."
He bowed with an assumption of fatherly gratification. "But of course,
my dear." Then, for his powers of dissimulation were not of durable
quality, he turned quickly to Lady Sophy.
So that was all right.
When dinner was over and the women were herded together in the
drawing-room, Brigit sat down and took up a book. In an hour Theo would
be coming, and would want his answer. What was it to be?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Theo arrived rather late, and after making his bow to his hostess, came
straight to her. His fine young face was flushed and eager and his eyes
very bright.
Brigit, who was standing talking to Maytopp, felt her heart sink. She
had not yet decided what to say, and instinctively she looked round the
room for Joyselle.
"Brigit--will you dance?" Theo bowed, a trifle lower than Englishmen
bow, and offered her his arm with the very slightest suggestion of
swagger.
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