Afterwards, those heated by this horse-play strayed on to the terrace to breathe the fresh air, and flirt in the moonlight.

In fact, every conceivable way of passing the time was taken advantage of by these very bored people, who scarcely knew how to get through the long evening.
"They seem to be enjoying themselves, Freddy," said Lady Garvington to her husband, when she drifted against him in the course of attending to her guests.

"I really think they find this jolly." "I don't care a red copper what they find," retorted the little man, who was looking worried, and not quite his usual self.

"I wish the whole lot would get out of the house.

I'm sick of them." "Ain't you well, Freddy?
I knew that Patagonian soup was too rich for you." "Oh, the soup was all right--ripping soup," snorted Freddy, smacking his lips over the recollection.