Well, I hope to see you again soon.' '_What_ a success your charming wife has had tonight,' said Mrs Mitchell to Bruce, as they took leave.

'Everyone is quite wild about her.

How pretty she is! You _must_ be proud of her.' They were nearly the last.

Mr Cricker, who had firmly refused the whole evening, in spite of abject entreaties, to dance like Nijinsky, suddenly relented when everyone had forgotten all about it, and was leaping alone in the studio, while Lord Rye, always a great lingerer, was playing Richard Strauss to himself on the baby Grand, and smoking a huge cigar.
'Edith,' said Bruce solemnly, as they drove away, 'I've made a friend tonight.

There was one really charming man there--he took an immense fancy to me.' 'Oh--who was that ?' 'Who was that ?' he mimicked her, but quite good-naturedly.