Released from Mrs Meddlechip, Gaston went in search of Kitty, and
found her flirting with Felix Rolleston, who was amusing her with
his gay chatter.
'This is a deuced good-looking chappie,' said Mr Rolleston, fixing
his eyeglass in his eye and looking critically at Gaston as he
approached them; 'M. Vandeloup, isn't it?'
Kitty said it was.
'Oh! yes,' went on Felix, brightly, 'saw him about town--don't know
him personally; awfully like a fellow I once knew called Fitzgerald-
-Brian Fitzgerald--married now and got a family; funny thing,
married Miss Frettlby, who used to live in your house.'
'Oh! that hansom cab murder,' said Kitty, looking at him, 'I've
heard all about that.'
'Egad! I should think you had,' observed Mr Rolleston, with a grin,
'it was a nine days' wonder; but here's your friend, introduce me,
pray,' as Vandeloup came up.
Kitty did so, and Felix improved the occasion.
'Knew you by sight,' he said, shaking hands with Gaston, 'but it's a
case of we never speak as we pass by, and all that sort of thing--
come and look me up,' hospitably, 'South Yarra.'
'Delighted,' said Gaston, smoothly, taking Kitty's programme and
putting his name down for the two vacant waltzes.
'Reciprocal, I assure you,' said the lively Felix. 'Oh, by Jove!
excuse me, Miss Marchurst--there's a polka--got to dance with a
girl--you'll see me in a minute--she's a maypole--I'm not, ha! ha!
You'll say it's the long and the short of it--ta-ta at present.
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