Lucille made an airy gesture.

"That may be so, but she seemed smitten enough with Peter last night!

He is become the most dreadful philanderer!

You are for Lady Phillips's rid otto tonight, are you not? Only watch, and you will see just what I mean! "

Chapter Two.

QrysQ -Lady.

Phillips's rid otto was one of the major social events of the Season, but already the June weather had turned hot, prompting some of the ton to leave London for their country estates or the cooling breezes of the seaside. Nevertheless, there was a great crush at the house in Berkeley Square and, even with the french windows flung wide open the temperature in the ballroom was enough to make the guests perspire unbecomingly.

Almost the first person Polly saw on entering the crowded reception room was Lord Henry March night, lavishing his attentions in a thoroughly improper way on a lady in bright scarlet satin. Polly, trying to ignore the pang of misery that a.s.sailed her, considered that the colour of the lady's outfit was an all-too- appropriate choice.

"Lady Melton," hissed the Dowager Countess of Sea grave to her daughter, 'married to his lordship but a twelvemonth ago and already driving him to his grave with her extravagance and her affaires So Lady Phillips is letting the demi-monde patronise her ball!

I should have expected her to exercise more judgement! " Polly raised her brows. The Dowager Countess was very high in the instep and would never countenance such guests at one of her own events, but not all ton hostesses were as discerning. A moment later, Polly heard her mother give a stifled groan, halfway between a shriek and a moan, almost as though she were in pain. The Dowager Countess had stopped dead in the middle of the marbled floor.

Polly stopped too and turned enquiringly to her mother.

"Mama, are you quite well?"

"Yes, only look! No, not over there... over by that pillar! The strumpet!"

Startled, Polly turned to scan the room. There were plenty of faces she recognised, but none surely to give rise to such vehemence in the Dowager Countess's breast. Why, her mother had gone quite pale, though whether with shock, anger or illness it was impossible to tell. Then, she saw the reason.

"Good Lord--' The exclamation had escaped before she could help herself.

"Polly, you will not take the name of the Lord in vain!" the Dowager Countess said energetically. She seemed slightly restored by her daughter's inadvertent slip into blasphemy.

"Yes, Mama, I am sorry, but it is Peter and--' " I am as capable as the next person of recognising your brother," the Dowager snapped.

"We cannot acknowledge him, however! Come this way! Thank G.o.d that Nicholas and Lucille are not present tonight! That bra.s.s-faced trollop is always trying to embarra.s.s us!" She took Polly's arm in a tight grip and positively pulled her towards the ballroom.

"I thought that Peter had taken up with Lady Lever stoke," Polly said, obediently allowing herself to be steered away with only one backward glance.

"Humph! I never thought to consider Maria Lever stoke as the lesser of two evils--' The Dowager broke off to give a tight-lipped smile to one of her acquaintance.

"On no account must you allow your brother to approach you,"

she continued, as they squeezed past the orchestra to appropriate two rout chairs in an inconspicuous corner.

"It would be quite unacceptable!"

"Perhaps it would be easier for us to go home," Polly said, a little dispiritedly. It was bad enough to be confronted by the prospect of Lord Henry flirting all evening with some fast-looking matron, but the thought of avoiding her own brother seemed quite ridiculous. Here, however, she ran up against the Dowager Countess's stubborn streak.

"Go home! And have everyone say that that trollop has ousted us?

Certainly not! Besides..." the Dowager looked around surrept.i.tiously '. I most particularly wish to see Agatha Calvert tonight! She has not been up in Town this age and we have so much to catch up on! " "Surely Lady Calvert can call on you tomorrow--' The Dowager Countess looked disgusted.

"Have you no pride, Polly? I a.s.sure you that the Cyprian will not drive me away!"

Polly smiled slightly. She could see her brother Peter coming into the ballroom at that very moment, threatening to put his mother's resolution to the test. Lucille had mentioned Peter's sudden descent into questionable company, but even she had apparently been unaware of this latest disaster.

For with Peter Sea grave was none other than Lucille's sister, the notorious Cyprian Susanna Bolt, in a dress of the most outrageous plunging black silk and ostrich feathers.

"Peter, what can you be doing!"

"Why, I'm talk in' to my own sister!" Lord Peter Sea grave said, with pardonable indignation.

"What could be more suitable?"

"You know that is not what I meant!" Polly looked up at him with asperity, feeling her annoyance begin to melt at the limpid innocence in those dark Sea grave eyes. It was so very difficult to be angry with Peter for long.

Whilst Polly and Nicholas had inherited something of their father's gravity, Peter had a gaiety and insouciance that was almost irresistible.

"Oh, Peter, how could you squire Susanna Bolt about and embarra.s.s Mama so?"

Peter looked affronted.

"Mama ain't embarra.s.sed by me! Why, she's nose to nose with Agatha Calvert and has barely noticed me!"

"Only because she has not seen Lady Calvert for an age!" Polly looked across to where the two matrons were chatting nineteen to the dozen.

"I.

a.s.sure you, she would not have allowed me to even speak with you else!

Supposing Lady Bolt approaches us? " "Lady Bolt is almost one of the family," Peter added virtuously, but unable to repress a slight twinkle, 'and I am sure Mama would not slight a relative!

" "Fustian!" Polly was also trying not to smile.

"Oh, this is too bad of you, Peter! I dare swear it is not for the family connection that you have sought her company!"

"Careful, Poll!"

"Well, if you are setting Lady Bolt up as your in- amorata--' "

Polly! " "Oh, I collect that it is acceptable for a gentleman to have such a thing, but not for ladies to refer to her?" Polly frowned at her brother.

"And if you try to tell me that Lady Bolt has become respectable since her marriage I will count you a greater fool than I already do! What of Hetty, Peter?"

The amus.e.m.e.nt went out of Peter Sea grave's face like a candle blown out.

He studied the dancers with sudden intentness.

"Miss Mark ham and I are no longer... That is, we have agreed that we would not suit."

"Oh, Peter!" Polly looked up at him, genuinely shocked. Peter swung gently back on his rout chair, feigning nonchalance.