I live with her, you know." "I know her slightly." "Then take an opportunity of improving the acquaintanceship.

She is sitting under the ragged banner over there." Millicent Chyne indicated the direction with a nod of the head, and while he looked she took the opportunity of glancing hastily round the room.

She was seeking some one.
"Yes," said Oscard, "I see her, talking to an old gentleman who looks like Voltaire.

I shall give her a chance of recognising me before the evening is out.

I don't mind being snubbed if--" He paused and steered neatly through a narrow place.
"If what ?" she asked, when they were in swing again.
"If it means seeing you again," he answered bluntly--more bluntly than she was accustomed to.