“Come”.
And she let herself be half-dragged along.
Meanwhile, Crissy, having drifted away from the boring writer had been approached by an attractive older man with a fine patrician face and a mane of thick white hair. He had a look of authority about him, a dignified look enhanced by a neatly trimmed mustache. But his stern visage broke easily into a smile and his pale blue eyes twinkled with merriment, as he looked her up and down and introduced himself as “Hamilton”. He was polite, courtly, and he seemed quite delighted with her. They found a small settee and she let him get her another drink. And as they talked he moved closer, taking her hand in his, patting it affectionately. For a while they chatted politely while around them Crissy saw movements in the shadows and from somewhere
