The whole thing is great--simple
and statistical."
"For goodness' sake, Bobby, shut up!" Bramfell's round eyes
were twinkling with amusement.
"But my system--"
"Systems! Ah, we all had them when we were as young as you
are!"
"And they all had flaws, Bobby," Eve broke in. "We were always
finding gaps that had to be filled up. Never mind about Lord
Witcheston. Get a substitute; it won't count--if Lillian
doesn't know."
Blessington wavered as she spoke. His eyes wandered round the
party and again rested on Bramfell.
"Not me, Bobby! Remember, I've breathed crystals--practically
lived on them--for the last week. Now, there's Chilcote--"
Again his eyes twinkled.
All eyes were turned on Loder, though one or two strayed
surreptitiously to Eve. She, seeming sensitive to the
position, laughed quickly.
"A very good idea!" she said. "Who wants to see the future,
if not a politician?"
Loder glanced from her to Blessington. Then, with a very
feminine impulse, she settled the matter beyond dispute.
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