them out of their holes, as," she laughed, "I mean to hunt you."
Chip made some appropriate answer to this, and Helen was about to continue her attack when Millie cut in with:
"Is it the Crosbys of Crosby Steynes, or the Crosbys of Middle Regis you're related to, Major Crosby? They're both such delightful people."
And Chip was lost to the rest of the table for a good ten minutes while he and Millie dived together into a sea of relationships. At the end of it, Millie came to the surface with nothing better in the way of a catch than some entirely unclassified Crosbys who lived somewhere near Aberdeen. The ladies then departed to the drawing-room.
Left alone with Mr. Pendleton, Gordon and a friend of his, a Captain Stevens from the Foreign Office, Chip did some classifying on his own account. Gordon, he decided, was a young man who had much to learn, but the chances were that he would never learn it. He liked Mr. Pendleton, who was determined to be a pleasant host. As for Captain Stevens, he thought him a nice fellow, in spite of his admission that he spent his nights dancing. He wondered at first if perhaps
