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DICK HALLOWELL did not often make a call upon his Colonel's wife, and Lady Cynthia was obviously surprised when he was announced. She sat on the edge of a low settee, her tea-table before her, a straight-backed, slim creature, with delicately moulded features, and lips a trifle too thin to be beautiful. Bobbie had summed up Lady Cynthia Ruislip in one sentence: "When you see her you think she's thirty: when you hear her you know she's a hundred," he had said unkindly. All the charm and freshness of a girl, all the acid wisdom of a woman, were combined in this languid lady.
"This is a very fine honour, Dick," she drawled. "You are the first to arrive. Shall I ring for tea?"