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to sleep to Mozart.” He shot her an acute glance. “Don’t fall

for Marc, will you? He’s an attractive sort of chap, but

Pallas says he has a girlfriend. French, apparently—a

successful model. She won’t give up her career or Pallas

thinks they would be married by now.”

Kate gritted her teeth and spoke very brightly. “A tough

career girl should suit him! I hope she keeps him tied up in

knots for years. His attitude to women is as out of date as

crinolines.”

Sam laughed. “You’re so right! Look, you don’t mind my

giving you the gypsy’s warning, do you, Sis? It’s just that

I’d hate you to get hurt.”

“You seem to forget I’m engaged to Peter,” she said

rather sharply.

Sam grimaced. “Yes, but then Peter isn’t exactly a ball

of fire in the romance stakes, is he? I mean, an Anglo-

Saxon knee bone gives him more of a thrill than you do!”

“Really, Sam!” she snapped angrily.

Sam looked sheepish. “Oh, I’m sorry. It isn’t my

business, I know, but much as I like Pet

er, he does rather

neglect you. Girls like a bit of attention from time to time.”

“You should write a book on the subject,” she said, “as

you have so much valuable advice.”

Pallas arrived while Sam was groping for a reply, and

they dropped the subject. They talked of what they should

do that day. The sun was already bright, but cold, and the

sky was an unbelievable blue. The idea of a swim that

morning was dismissed, and Sam suggested that Pallas

show them round the island.