"Train was late as usual," observed Austin. "Philip and I don't mean to
butt into this very grand function--Hello, Gerald! Hello, Gladys! . . .
Where's our obscure corner below the salt, Nina? . . . Oh, over there--"
Selwyn had already caught sight of the table destined for him. A deeper
colour crept across his bronzed face as he stepped forward, and his firm
hand closed over the slim hand offered.
For a moment neither spoke; she could not; he dared not.
Then Drina caught his hands, and Eileen's loosened in his clasp and fell
away as the child said distinctly, "I'll kiss you after dinner; it can't
be done here, can it, Eileen?"
"You little monkey!" exclaimed her father, astonished; "what in the name
of cruelty to kids are _you_ doing here?"
"Mother let me," observed the child, reaching for a bonbon. "Daisy is
here; you didn't speak to her."
"I'm past conversation," said Austin grimly, "and Daisy appears to be
also. Are they to send an ambulance for you, Miss Craig?--or will you
occupy the emergency ward upstairs?"
"Upstairs," said Miss Craig briefly.
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