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charged to the fingertips with a glow that transfigured all the
inanimate things in the room. The party was wrecked ... a young lady who
banged the piano till her hair nearly came down.... Mr. Tremayne had
heard nothing but noise.... His eyes smiled and his uneasy mouth felt
for compliments.
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"Why didn't you ask him to supper La Fée?"
"The Bollingdons are coming round, silly."
"Well?"
"With one small chicken and a blancmange."
"Heaven help us."
When they sat down to play halfpenny nap after supper Miriam recovered
her cigarette from its hiding place. She did not know the game. She sat
at Harriett's new card-table wrapped in the unbroken jesting of the
Bollingdons and the Ducaynes, happily learning and smoking and feeling
happily wicked. The Bollingdons taught her simply with a complete
trustful friendliness, Mrs. Bollingdon leaning across in her pink satin
blouse, her clear clean bulging cheeks and dark velvet hair like a full
blown dark rose. Between the rounds they poured out anecdotes of earlier
nap parties, all talking at once. The pauses at the fresh beginnings
were full of the echoes of their laughter. Miriam in the character of
the Honourable Miss Henderson had just accepted Lord Bollingdon's
invitation to join the Duke and Duchess of Ducayne and himself and Lady
Bollingdon in an all-day party to Wembley Park in a break and four on
Easter Monday and had lit a second cigarette and accepted a small whisky
and soda when Mr. Grove was announced. Harriett's face flushed jocular
consternation.
When the party subsided after Mr. Grove's spasmodic handshakings Miriam
got herself into a chair in a far corner, smoking her cigarette with
burning cheeks. Sitting isolated with her cigarette and her whisky while
he twice sent his low harsh clearly murmuring voice into the suddenly
empty air to say that he had been to evensong at the Carmelites and was
on his way home, she examined the relief of his presence and the nature
of her farewell. Mr. Bollingdon responded to him remarking each time on
the splendour of the evening.
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