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Meanwhile, under the dancing and the eating and the dressing-up, there's the strangest feeling of unrest. Yesterday there was a Bolshevik meeting near the bandstand. Luckily there was a football match (very importantCladgate v. Margate) and all the supposed Bolshies went to that instead. Aren't we a funny[Pg 185] country? Victoria's very happy, dressing and undressing, taking people out in the car and buying things she doesn't want. She plays bridge very badly and was showing signs of interest in Spiritualism. They have sances in the hotel every night, and Victoria went to one last evening and was fortunately frightened out of her life. Some one put a hand on her bare shoulder and she made such a fuss that they had to break up the sance. Give my love to Peter if you see him. He wrote me a sweet little letter about the engagement. . . .

His ambition leapt up again like fire. Life was not over for him, and although he might never write a fine book nor a word that would be remembered after he was gone, yet he could help, take his share in the movement, encourage a little what seemed to him good, fight against everything that was false and pretentious and insincere.

Yesbut the letters were in the devil of a mess!

"I do," said Mrs. Armstrong. "And how good you were to him too! No one will ever know but myself how truly good you were to that man, Ada. Your kind heart led you astray there, as it has done often enough before."

Mrs. Martin turned round and marched towards the door muttering to herself. Just before she reached it Victoria and Clarice[Pg 144] entered. Mrs. Martin looked at them, muttered something and departed banging the door behind her.

"Oh, Lord!" Mary threw herself into a chair. "What a pity. He looks as though he were better than that."

Millie crept like a wounded bird into the hotel. He was waiting for her. He dragged her into a corner behind a palm.

The two women made a strange, contrast as they faced one another, Millicent with her youth, beauty and happiness, the other scowling, partly at the sudden sunlight, partly at the surprise of finding a stranger there.

"Well if you really are you've come to the right place. You won't find anything more interesting in the whole of London. Here you have right in front of your nose that curious specimen of the human family, the New Rich, and you have it in its most touching and moving aspectfrightened, baffled, confused, bewildered and plundered.

"Yes, you are older. You've grown into a woman in these months; we've all noticed it."

Whereupon Millie lost her temper for the third time that morning and on this occasion very thoroughly indeed.

"You're secretary to some old Johnny, aren't you?" asked Baxter.

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