In his heart he was surprised that Jimmy should choose to go there. He
thought it extremely probable that Cynthia Farrow and some of her
numerous admirers would put in an appearance; but it was not his
business, and he raised no objection.

When they entered the long room he cast a swift glance round. She was
not here yet, at all events; one could only hope that she would not
come at all.

Everything was new and wonderful to Christine. She was like a child in
her delight. She sat in a corner of one of the great, softly cushioned
sofas, and looked about her with wide eyes.

Jimmy sat beside her. Sangster had manoeuvred that he should. He and
Mrs. Wyatt were opposite.

The orchestra was playing a dreamy waltz. The long room was
brilliantly lit, and decorated with pink flowers.

Christine leaned across and squeezed her mother's hand.

"Oh, isn't it just too lovely?" she said.

Mrs. Wyatt laughed.

"You will turn Christine's head, Jimmy," she said to Challoner. "She
will find Upton House dull after all this gaiety."

Jimmy was slightly bored. It was no novelty to him. He had spent so