"Ronnie, you are a few minutes late but we're not in the least cross with you.

Do you know that you are looking better already?
Come and tell me whom you don't know of my guests and I'll introduce you." The young man, leaning upon his stick, greeted his aunt and murmured a word of apology.

He was very fair, and with a slight, reddish moustache and the remains of freckles upon his face.

His grey eyes were a little sunken, and there were lines about his mouth which one might have guessed had been brought out recently by pain or suffering of some sort.
His left arm reclined uselessly in a black silk sling.

He glanced around the little assembly.
"First of all," he said, bowing to the French actress and raising her fingers to his lips, "there is no one who does not know Madame Selarne.
Lady Patrick, we have met before, haven't we?
I am going to see your husband in his new play the first night I am allowed out.