‘I shall, indeed,’ said Wimsey. ‘Thank you very much.’
Miss Edwards strode briskly away.
‘Good night, Lord Peter.’
‘Good night, Miss Chilperic. Let me know when the social revolution is about to begin and I’ll come to die upon the barricades.’
‘I think you would,’ said Miss Chilperic, astonishingly, and, in defiance of tradition, gave him her hand.
‘Good night,’ said Miss Hillyard, to the world in general, and whisked quickly past them with her head high.
Miss Chilperic flitted off into the darkness like a pale moth, and the Dean said, ‘Well!’ And then, interrogatively, ‘Well?’
‘Pass, and all’s well,’ said Peter, placidly.
‘There were one or two moments, weren’t there?’ said the Dean. ‘But on the whole—as well as could be expected.’
‘I enjoyed myself very much,’ said Peter, with t
