"We motored to Wynhampton and saw the last of the races.

After that, we dined at a dear little place with a duckpond at the bottom of the garden.

And finally we returned--it ought to have been by moonlight, only there was no moon.
Where is everyone?
In the billiard-room?
I want some milk and soda frightfully.

Vivian, you might, like the good sort you are, go and get me some." She bestowed a dazzling smile upon her _fiance_ and offered him one finger by way of salutation.
Abingdon, who had been waiting to get in a word, here exploded with some violence and told his young cousin in no measured terms what he thought of her conduct.
She listened with her head on one side, her eyes brimful of mischief, and finally with an airy gesture turned to Caryl.
"Don't you want to scold me, too?
I am sure you do.

You had better be quick or there will be nothing left to say." Abingdon turned on his heel and walked away.