There were several other ladies who looked at her, she thought, with surprise.
Then her uncle was introducing her to the gentlemen.
They looked very elegant in their stiff white shirts and high collars and they all, Ina noticed, seemed to have something to say to her uncle about horses and the races, which she gathered they had attended the previous week.
Then one man came up and said in a somewhat autocratic tone,
“Good evening, Wymonde! I hope you will introduce me to your niece. She looks like the first snowdrop of spring.”
“Good evening, Your Highness!” Lord Wymonde replied. “This is my brother’s daughter, Ina. You may remember Roland.”
“I last saw him some years ago in Cairo,” was the reply, “but he said he did not like the place and was leaving the next day.”
Ina gave a little
