They ordered dinner, and the great dish of _hors d'oeuvres_ was brought round by a waiter who seemed to preside over it with a fatherly solicitude. Julie picked up an olive in her fingers, and found it so good that she grumbled at only having taken one. "Have mine," said Donovan, shooting one on to her plate. "Thanks," she said. "Oh, heavens! I forgot that patch on my left cheek--or was it my right, Solomon? Let's see." She dived into her pocket, and produced a tiny satin beaded box, "Isn't it chic?" she demanded, leaning over to show Donovan. "I got it in the Nouvelles Galeries the other day." She took off the lid, which revealed its reverse as a tiny mirror, and scrutinised herself, patting back a stray lock on her forehead. "Oh, don't," said Donovan, and he slipped the hair out again with his finger. "Be quiet; but I'll concede that. This won't do, though." Out came a tiny powder-puff. "How's that?" she demanded, smiling up at him. "Perfect," he said. "But it's not fair to do that here." "Wait for the taxi then," she said. "Besides, it won't matter so much then." "What won't matter?" demanded Peter. "Solomon, dear, you're as innocent as a new-born babe. Isn't he?" she demanded of his friend. Donovan looked across at him. "Still waters run deep," he said. "I don't know, but excuse me!" He had been sitting next Julie and opposite Miss Raynard, but he was now on his feet and begging her to change places with him. She consented, laughing, and did so, but Julie pretended to be furious. "I won't have it. You're a perfect beast, Tommy. Captain Donovan, I'll never come out with you again. Solomon, come and sit here, and you, Tommy, go over there." Peter hadn't an idea why, but he too got up. Tommy protested. "Look here," she said, "I came for dinner, not for a dance. Oh, look out, Captain Graham; you'll upset the cutlets!" Peter avoided the waiter by an effort, but came on round her to the other side. "Get out of it, Tommy," said Julie, leaning over and pushing her. "I will have a man beside me, anyhow." "I'd sooner be opposite," said Donovan. "I can see you better, and you can't make eyes at the Frenchman at the other table quite so well if I get my head in the way." "Oh, but he's such a dear," said Julie. "I'd love to flirt with him. Only I must say his hair is a bit greasy." "You'll make his lady furious if you don't take care," said Donovan, "and it's a shame to spoil her trade." Peter glanced across. A French officer, sitting opposite a painted girl, was smiling at them. He looked at Julie; she was smiling back. "Julie, don't for Heaven's sake," said her half-section. "We shall have him over here next, and you remember once before how awkward it was." Julie laughed. "Give me another drink, then, Captain Donovan," she said, "and I'll be good." Donovan filled up her glass. She raised it and challenged him. "_Here's to we two in Blighty_," she began.