I forget what her costume was, but she'd got that dark-headed youth with her that she's been trotting round everywhere the last few days." Cornelian's neighbour kicked him furtively on the shin, and frowned in the direction of a dark-haired youth reclining in an adjacent chair.

The youth in question rose from his seat and stalked into the further swelter room.
"So clever of him to go into the furnace room," said the unabashed Cornelian; "now if he turns scarlet all over we shall never know how much is embarrassment and how much is due to the process of being boiled.

La Yeovil hasn't done badly by the exchange; he's better looking than Ronnie." "I see that Pitherby went as Frederick the Great," said Cornelian's neighbour, fingering a sheet of the Dawn.
"Isn't that exactly what one would have expected Pitherby to do ?" said Cornelian.

"He's so desperately anxious to announce to all whom it may concern that he has written a life of that hero.

He had an uninspiring- looking woman with him, supposed to represent Military Genius." "The Spirit of Advertisement would have been more appropriate," said the other.
"The opening scene of the Revel was rather effective," continued Cornelian; "all the Shadow people reclined in the dimly-lit centre of the ballroom in an indistinguishable mass, and the human characters marched round the illuminated sides of the room to solemn processional music.
Every now and then a shadow would detach itself from the mass, hail its partner by name, and glide out to join him or her in the procession.
Then, when the last shadows had found their mates and every one was partnered, the lights were turned up in a blaze, the orchestra crashed out a whirl of nondescript dance music, and people just let themselves go.