Though he still hated the new London and held himself aloof from most of her Town set, yet he had not shown himself rigidly intolerant of the sprinkling of Teuton sportsmen who hunted and shot down in his part of the country.
The orchestra finished its clicking and caracoling and was accorded a short clatter of applause.
"The Danse Macabre," said Cicely to her companion; "one of Saint-Saens' best known pieces." "Is it ?" said Larry indifferently; "I'll take your word for it.

'Fraid I don't know much about music." "You dear boy, that's just what I like in you," said Cicely; "you're such a delicious young barbarian." "Am I ?" said Larry.

"I dare say.

I suppose you know." Larry's father had been a brilliantly clever man who had married a brilliantly handsome woman; the Fates had not had the least intention that Larry should take after both parents.
"The fashion of having one's lunch in the open air has quite caught on this season," said Cicely; "one sees everybody here on a fine day.

There is Lady Bailquist over there.