Bobbie turned very pale. Lucy had never spoken to him in such a way before, and wrath flamed up in his heart, wrath mixed with hopeless love. He paused for a moment to command himself. 'You don't know apparently that interviewers went to him from the evening papers, and he refused to speak.' 'He has never consented to be interviewed. Why should you expect him now to break his rule?' Bobbie was about to answer, when a sudden look of dismay on Lady Kelsey's face stopped him. He turned round and saw MacKenzie standing at the door. He came forward with a smile, holding out his hand, and addressed himself to Lady Kelsey. 'I thought I should find you here,' he said. He was perfectly collected. He glanced around the room with a smile of quiet amusement. A certain embarrassment seized the little party, and Lady Kelsey, as she shook hands with him, was at a loss for words. 'How do you do?' she faltered. 'We've just been talking of you.' 'Really?' The twinkle in his eyes caused her to lose the remainder of her self-possession, and she turned scarlet. 'It's so late, we were afraid you wouldn't come. I should have been dreadfully disappointed.' 'It's very kind of you to say so. I've been at the _Travellers_, reading various appreciations of my character.' A hurried look of alarm crossed Lady Kelsey's good-tempered face. 'Oh, I heard there was something about you in the papers,' she answered. 'There's a good deal. I really had no idea the world was so interested in me.' 'It's charming of you to come here to-night,' the good lady smiled, beginning to feel more at ease. 'I'm sure you hate dances.' 'Oh, no, they interest me enormously. I remember, an African king once gave a dance in my honour. Four thousand warriors in war-paint. I assure you it was a most impressive sight.' 'My dear fellow,' Dick chuckled, 'if paint is the attraction, you really need not go much further than Mayfair.' The scene amused him. He was deeply interested in Alec's attitude, for he knew him well enough to be convinced that his discreet gaiety was entirely assumed. It was impossible to tell by it what course he meant to adopt; and at the same time there was about him a greater unapproachableness, which warned all and sundry that it would be wiser to attempt no advance. But for his own part he did not care; he meant to have a word with Alec at the first opportunity. Alec's quiet eyes now rested on Robert Boulger. 'Ah, there's my little friend Bobbikins. I thought you had a headache?' Lady Kelsey remembered her nephew's broken engagement and interposed quickly. 'I'm afraid Bobbie is dreadfully dissipated. He's not looking at all well.' 'You shouldn't keep such late hours,' said Alec, good-humouredly. 'At your age one needs one's beauty sleep.' 'It's very kind of you to take an interest in me,' said Boulger, flushing with annoyance. 'My headache has passed off.' 'I'm very glad. What do you use--phenacetin?'