During dessert it suddenly occurred to Alice that she had not thought of Julian since she dressed for dinner. Hastening to rectify this omission she looked about to see if he was at the table. It would have been romantic if he had been lying on the open moor, his white face upturned to the night sky, but if he had been there she wouldn’t know where he was and would get no pleasure out of it, so it was on the whole with satisfaction that she saw him between Miss Faraday-Home and the archdeacon’s daughter, seeing whose bread-pellets were the dirtiest. With a loud scream Miss Faraday-Home claimed the prize, but Peter (or Micky) who was on her other side, said she had cheated and used the mascara off her eyelashes, and Miss Faraday-Home put a grapeskin into his port just as Lady Pomfret rose a
