"I must tell you my news. We're going to be married."
The smile on Raymond's face was perfect a brave, pensive smile.
"I hope," he said, ignoring Hugo and gazing into her eyes, "that you will be very, very happy."
They passed on and Raymond stood looking after her.
"A nice woman," he said to himself. "A very nice woman. And she would have had money too.
The time I took to mug up that bit about the Devonshire Starrs.
Oh, well, my luck's out. Dance, dance, little friend," and Raymond returned to the ballroom.