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Chapter 26
Chapter 26 Bored and listless, like a tired and drooping lily in the arms of her somewhat athletic partner, Lady Cynthia brought her dance to a somewhat abrupt conclusion. “There is some one in the lounge there to whom I wish to speak,” she said. “Perhaps you won’t mind if we finish later. The floor seems sticky tonight, or my feet are heavy.” Her partner made the best of it, as Lady Cynthia’s partners, nowadays, generally had to. She even dispensed with his escort, and walked across the lounge of Claridge’s alone. Sir Timothy rose to his feet. He had been sitting in a corner, half sheltered by a pillar, and had fancied himself unseen. “What a relief!” she exclaimed. “Another turn and I should have fainted through sheer boredom.” “Yet you are quite wonderful dancing,” he said
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