You think he'll let me do that.
Without any doubt.
I'll come for you at eleven, Ambrose agreed in desperation.
Promise?
Promise.
At precisely this instant a glowering Imperia, in a one-piece, white silk bathing-suit, appeared in the doorway.
Ah, here you are, isn't it? . . . Miss Starling was addressing Ambrose. . . . I've been looking for you. . . . She permitted a forced smile to flit across her features. . . . Auburn is very attractive, but we can't allow her to keep you exclusively for herself. Do come outdoors, both of you, to swim or play tennis or ping-pong.
We were just about to do that thing, Imperia, Auburn Six replied. Mr. Deacon has been telling me about his play.
Imperia glowered again. Did you bring a bathing-suit? She inquired of Ambrose.
I don't know how to swim, he responded.
I didn't bring mine, Auburn assured her rival star. I don't feel like bathing tonight. We'll watch the rest of you.
They followed Imperia, who did not look as if she
