"
"He is at Monsanto a good deal certainly," Tremayne admitted.
"Most interesting." Grant was slowly nodding, and a faint smile
curled his thin, sensitive lips. "But I'm keeping you, Tremayne,
and no doubt you would be dancing. I shall perhaps see you
to-morrow. I shall be coming up to Monsanto."
And with a wave of the hand he passed on and was gone.
CHAPTER VII
THE ALLY
Tremayne elbowed his way through the gorgeous crowd, exchanging
greetings here and there as he went, and so reached the ballroom
during a pause in the dancing. He looked round for Lady O'Moy,
but he could see her nowhere, and would never have found her had
not Carruthers pointed out a knot of officers and assured him that
the lady was in the heart of it and in imminent peril of being
suffocated.
Thither the captain bent his steps, looking neither to right nor
left in his singleness of purpose. Thus it happened that he saw
neither O'Moy, who had just arrived, nor the massive, decorated bulk
of Marshal Beresford, with whom the adjutant stood in conversation
on the skirts of the throng that so assiduously worshipped at her
ladyship's shrine.
Captain Tremayne went through the group with all a sapper's skill at
piercing obstacles, and so came face to face with the lady of his
quest.
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