'Ah, there you are, Gordon!'
'Hullo, Ravelston! Where's Rosemary?'
'Perhaps she's waiting inside. I don't know her by sight, you know. But I say, Gordon, look here! Before we go in, I wanted—'
'Ah, look, there she is!'
She was coming towards them, swift and debonair. She threaded her way through the crowd with the air of some neat little destroyer gliding between large clumsy cargo–boats. And she was nicely dressed, as usual. The sub–shovel hat was c****d at its most provocative angle. Gordon's heart stirred. There was a girl for you! He was proud that Ravelston should see her. She was very gay tonight. It was written all over her that she was not going to remind herself or Gordon of their last disastrous encounter. Perhaps she laughed and talked just a little too vivacious
