"Rubberneck!" one hissed to another, and giggled if she made her
start.
Even Miss Stein, now somewhat resigned to fate and looking more kindly
at Fred Thorpe, became condescending and communicative in the general
flurry.
"Keep your eyes peeled for a good-looking, short guyl in blue velvet,
with an ermine muff and stole that's a beaut from Beautville," she
said to Win. "Thorpe saw her. He's had her pointed out to him at the
theayter, so he knows. Her brother's dark and thin, but blue eyed. I
saw in the Sunday supplement he's goin' to marry the sister of that
lord."
* * * * *
There was a dinner at Sea Gull Manor that night in honour of the
Rolls's guests, and just as Eileen had finished dressing, her brother
Raygan knocked at her door.
"Want me to say your tie's all right?" she chirped.
"No, my child, I do not," said Rags. "I wouldn't trust your taste
round the corner with a tie. You're looking rather pleased with
yourself--what?"
"I'm pleased with myself and everybody else," replied Eileen. "This is
one of my happy nights."
"I wonder why? There's sure to be a dull crowd at dinner. I've found
out now the Rollses know all the wrong lot.
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