She knew that the remark was meant for her, and snapped back.

"Are you going to have your fortune told by the gypsies, dear ?" she inquired amiably.

"They might tell you about your marriage." "Oh, I daresay, and if you ask they will prophesy your funeral." "I am in perfect health, Miss Greeby." "So I should think, since your cheeks are so red." Lady Garvington hastily intervened to prevent the further exchange of compliments.

"Will you be back to luncheon, or join the men at the coverts ?" "Neither.

I'll drop on Lambert for a feed.