"
"I wish you had," with a gleeful mischief. The next moment, however,
the hint of a worried frown showed itself on her forehead. "You
see," she said protestingly, "you are so FRIGHTFULLY pretty."
"I'd rather be a leper," Robin shot forth.
But Kathryn did not of course understand.
"What nonsense!" she answered. "What utter rubbish! You know you
wouldn't. Come back to the ball room. I came here because my mother
was asking for George."
She turned to lead the way through the banked flowers and as she
did so added something.
"By the way, somebody important has been assassinated in one of
the Balkan countries. They are always assassinating people. They
like it. Lord Coombe has just come in and is talking it over with
grandmamma. I can see they are quite excited in their quiet way."
As they neared the entrance to the ball room she paused a moment
with a new kind of impish smile.
"Every girl in the room is absolutely shaky with thrills at this
particular moment," she said. "And every man feels himself bristling
a little. The very best looking boy in all England is dancing with
Sara Studleigh. He dropped in by chance to call and the Duchess
made him stay. He is a kind of miracle of good looks and takingness."
Robin said nothing. She had plainly not been interested in the
Balkan tragedy and she as obviously did not care for the miracle.
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