I should prefer to sit at your feet." "While I punt, I suppose ?" "There are backwaters," he suggested.
Lady Cynthia sipped her cocktail appreciatively.
"I wonder how it is," she observed, "that in these days, although we have become callous to everything else in life, cocktails and flirtations still attract us.

You shall take me to a backwater after dinner, Sir Timothy.

I shall wear my silver-grey and take an armful of those black cushions from the drawing-room.

In that half light, there is no telling what success I may not achieve." Sir Timothy sighed.
"Alas!" he said, "before dinner is over you will probably have changed your mind." "Perhaps so," she admitted, "but you must remember that Mr.Ledsam is my only alternative, and I am not at all sure that he likes me.

I am not sufficiently Victorian for his taste." The dressing-bell rang.