The first turning to the right down the avenue and behind the rhododendrons.

I'll tell the chauffeur." "And no one else! Not even Dennis!" "Joan!" "No, not even Dennis! Promise me!" Millie Splay was heard to be inquiring for them both.
"Very well.

I promise!" "Oh, thank you! Thank you." The door from the hall was opened upon that cry of gratitude and Millie Splay looked in.
"Oh, there you are." A movement of chairs became audible in the dining-room.

"And those men are still sitting over their miserable cigars." "They are coming," said Joan, and the next moment the dining-room door was thrown open and Sir Chichester with his guests trooped out from it.
"Now then, you girls, we ought to be off," he cried as if he had been waiting with his coat on for half an hour.

"This is none of your London dances.