"Oh, never mind! I can't go into all that. Why, because you ought to wear things, because they're _right_, not because----Oh, girls don't understand dress! Don't let's fatigue ourselves discussing it. Any one can see you've never been to Eton." "Well, I should rather hope they could," murmured Felicity, looking in the glass. "F. J. Rivers and Arthur Mervyn, the actor, are coming, and--oh, a lot more." "I see, it's a clever party. Isn't it fun, Savile, being the only stupid person in a crowd of clever people? They make such a fuss about one. Aren't any real people coming?" "A few. Some heavy M.P.'s and their wives, and Aunt William, and of course old Ridokanaki." "Oh, the Greek millionaire,--the banker?" "Don't call him the banker; it reminds me of _The Hunting of the Snark_." Felicity laughed. "Yes; Mr. Ridokanaki is rather like a sort of Snark, and you and papa are hunting him for Sylvia. Will it come off?" "Shouldn't think so," said Savile thoughtfully. "He's rather a bore, but he's a good sort. Of course, Sylvia ought to marry him. All the pretty girls are marrying these Anglo-Aliens. He's very keen. But about my affairs--I say, Everett, do take away these fluffy rustling things." Everett having completed her task, with a stiff smile, and a rainbow of chiffons over her arm, faded away. Felicity, completely dressed, turned her chair round and put up her absurd little high-heeled shoes. "Now then, fire away, old boy." Savile, taking this command literally, stretched out his hand for the cigarettes. Felicity snatched them away. "How dare you! You won't grow any more! Here, have a chocolate!" Savile looked at her with a pitying smile and said slowly-- "What rot! Grow! As if I wanted to grow! As if I had the time! I've got more serious things than that to do I can tell you. I have two rather awful troubles. Look here. Things are a bit off at home just now. The Governor is furious about Chetwode not coming to the party." Lady Chetwode's colour deepened. "Well, what about me, Savile? Do you think I'm pleased? Is it my fault the Cambridgeshire's run on Wednesday? Do be just to me! Do I make the racing engagements? You can't pretend that I can alter the rules of Newmarket because papa chooses to give a lot of absurd parties!" "I know, old girl--but can't you make him give it up?" "Who ever yet made Chetwode give up anything he wants to do? Besides, it's not like a dinner-party, or his wedding, or anything like that, Savile, you know. After all, he isn't _bound_ to be there!" "All right; only it's the first thing we've given since your marriage and----" "I know, dear. I'm very angry about it. Very. Besides, I'm sure I don't care if the darling prefers racing! Don't you know by this time that whenever Chetwode is particularly wanted he is sure to be either at Kempton or at Christie's?" "Spending at Christie's what he's lost at Kempton, I suppose."