III.
His first instinct next morning was to phone her immediately; his second was to sulk proudly in his room, hoping against hope that his own phone would ring. After luncheon he went downstairs, where he was addressed by the objectionable Greek who had danced with her at tea yesterday afternoon—ages ago.
“Tell me; you like to play the ping-pong?”
“It depends who with,” Tommy answered rudely. Immediately he was so sorry that he went downstairs with the man and batted the white puff-balls for half an hour.
At four he skied over to Emily’s hotel, resolving to drive the other and more vivid image from his mind. The lobby was filled with children in fancy dress, who had gathered there from many hotels for the children’s Christmas ball.
Emily was a long time coming down, and when she did
