"Mrs.Phillips tells me you went to the Senate." Daphne looked him up and down.

"Did I ?" she said slowly.

"I've forgotten.

Will you move, please?
There's someone bringing me an ice." And turning her back on Roger, she smiled and beckoned to the Under-Secretary, who with a triumphant face was making his way to her through the crowd.
Roger coloured hotly.

"May I bring Mrs.Maddison ?" he said, passing her; "she would like to talk to you about a party for next week----" "Thank you.