Major Crosby, and perhaps one or two others. Oh, and I'll teach you to dance. What do you say? Nothing like dancing to keep you young."
Connie hesitated, then said rather dubiously:
"But nobody wants me there. Does Millie"
"Just you come along and see. I'll call for you at seven. Make yourself beautiful. The gray chiffon, with pearls—what?"
"Oh, that? Very well. Noel, I shall be dreadfully nervous."
"Nervous! Nonsense, Countess! Pull up your socks. And, by the way, Connie, a light hand with the make-up. I'll inspect you at seven. And—oh, one thing more. How would you like me to take you to What's-His-Name's concert next Friday? You can feast your eyes and ears on him then."
"You are generous, Noel! It would mean everything to me."
"I'll get seats, then. You're a sport, Connie. So long!"
He left the telephone, whistling jubilantly, and went to tell Judy the news. Then he told his mother, who was less pleased.
"It's a piece of impertinence, her coming to London at all. I don't know what your grand-
