I am
Robin Gareth-Lawless, but I am enjoying a party like this--a YOUNG
party."
Lady Lothwell sitting near her mother watched the trend of affairs
with an occasional queer interested smile.
"Well, mamma darling," she said at last as youth and beauty whirled
by in a maelstrom of modern Terpsichorean liveliness, "she is a
great success. I don't know whether it is quite what you intended
or not."
The Duchess did not explain what she had intended. She was watching
the trend also and thinking a good deal. On the whole Lady Lothwell
had scarcely expected that she would explain. She rarely did. She
seldom made mistakes, however.
Kathryn in her scant gauzy strips of white and silver having
drifted towards them at the moment stood looking on with a funny
little disturbed expression on her small, tip-tilted face.
"There's something ABOUT her, grandmamma," she said.
"All the girls see it and no one knows what it is. She's sitting
out for a few minutes and just look at George--and Hal Brunton--and
Captain Willys. They are all laughing, of course, and pretending
to joke, but they would like to eat each other up. Perhaps it's
her eyelashes. She looks out from under them as if they were a
curtain."
Lady Lothwell's queer little smile became a queer little laugh.
"Yes. It gives her a look of being ecstatically happy and yet
almost shy and appealing at the same time.
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