Robin Meredith came to ask her for a dance. He seemed subdued, and had a rather nervous manner of inviting her. So that it seemed easy for her to be sedate and beg him to excuse her because she had turned giddy. Anything! she could stand anything on that evening except dance with Robin Meredith. Her training in many old ways came back to her, however. "I shall sit out, if you don’t mind," she said. "Isn’t it silly to have a headache when all this fun is going on?" She found herself being quite friendly and natural with him. The children were having a great romp in front of them. "Have you a headache?" he asked rather kindly. Oh yes, she had a headache. Now she knew. It seemed to have been going on for years. She began to talk about May Turberville’s embroidery, and how Lance had sewn a pincushion in order to outrival her. When May had run on to sewing daffodils on her gowns, Lance threatened to embroider sunflowers on his waistcoats. Had he seen Lance’s pictures? Well, Lance was really awfully clever, particularly in drawing figures. Mr. Leighton wanted him to say he would be an artist, but Lance said he couldn’t stand the clothes he would have to wear. Mr. Leighton said that wearing a velveteen coat didn’t mean nowadays that one was an artist, and Lance said that it was the only way of drawing the attention of the public. He said that one always required some kind of a showman to call out "Walk up, gentlemen, this way to the priceless treasures," and that a velveteen coat did all that for an artist. Lance said he would rather be on the Stock Exchange, where he could do his own shouting. She said that frankly, with all the knowledge she had of Lance and his manner of giving people away, she should never think of entrusting him with her money to invest. She said it in a very high voice, since she observed just at that minute that Lance stood behind her chair. "Well, you are a little cat, Elma," he said disdainfully. "Here am I organizing a party in order to let people know that some day I shall be on the Stock Exchange, and here are you influencing the gully public against me." "I object to the term ’gully,’" said Robin in a laboured but sporting manner. "Well--gulled if you like it better," said Lance. "Only that effect doesn’t come on till I’m done with you. You are to go and dance lancers, Meredith, while I take your place with this slanderer." It was Lance’s way of asking for the next dance. Elma gave a great sigh of relief after Robin had gone. "He never heard me say so much in his life before," said she. "He must have been awfully surprised." "How you can say a word to the fellow--but there, nobody understands you Leightons. You ought to have poisoned him. Or perhaps Mabel is only a little flirt." He wisped a thread of the gauze of her fan. Elma smiled at him. She was always sure of Lance.