Chapter XXXV

Miss Silver called that evening at Mrs Foster’s. She did not see Miss Greta Wilson, because Greta had gone out to dine and dance with Archie Millar. Mrs Foster had, in fact, sent them out. ‘It’s no use, Archie. I’ve taken her in to please you, but I’m not going to put my table out. It holds eight, and it won’t hold any more. So you’ve just got to take her away and dance with her. She won’t mind.’ Greta was frankly delighted. ‘Does Charles dance as well as you do?’ ‘Haven’t you danced with Charles?’ said Archie. ‘No…