“If you two think you are going to talk to each other instead of dancing-”

They both groaned. Frank said,

“He was describing the latest girl friend’s eyelashes. I can’t wait to see them!”

Cicely was still just a little brown thing, but she too had eyelashes, and when she was happy she had her points. She was certainly happy tonight. She caught Frank’s hand.

“You can dance with me! And Anthony will be lucky if he gets Vivia Marsden. She’s going to be a top star in ballet.”

Cicely herself was like a feather in the wind. Frank looked down at her with the affection which his cool elegance belied. The mirror-smooth fair hair, the eyes of a cold and icy blue, the features which he had inherited from his grandmother, the formidable Lady Evelyn Abbott, combined to produce a somewhat daunting impression. But he had never daunted his cousin Cicely. Looking up as he looked down, she showed him the tip of a scarlet tongue and said,

“Isn’t Grant clever to have got such a lot for Deepside Diggory? I hope they’ll be nice to him. He really is an angel lamb.”

“He’ll be on velvet. You are clever, Grant is clever, and let us hope that Diggory will be clever too. And now we won’t talk about bulls any more. I have reached saturation point.”

Cicely allowed a very small frown to appear. Then she said,

“I never really can make out whether you hate the country, or whether you won’t talk about it because you would really like to live there most frightfully and farm like Grant does, only you can’t.”

Frank said,

“Heaven forbid!” Then he laughed. “I’m coming down to a do at Field End with Anthony next week-end. Any chance of your being there?”

“Oh, yes, we’ll be there. It’s a birthday party for Georgina. At least it started that way, but now they’ve got Mirrie Field there it looks as if it was turning into a coming-out party for her. She’s a Field relation that nobody had ever heard about before.”