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them.
        `You could strip a man's aftershave off with a look like
        that,' said Bart.
        `Wish I could strip off Victor's chest-hair. At least he has
        the manners to dance with his hostess,' said Chessie drily
        as Sharon and Victor quickstepped past.
        Gathered round a billiard table in the next room, Jesus,
        who'd just spent half an hour on David Waterlane's telephone ringing Chile, Seb, Dommie and Perdita, who still hadn't returned to her boarding school, were demonstrat
        ing polo plays with sugar lumps.
        `At the hit-in you should have tapped the ball to Seb and he'd have hit it to me,' said Dommie, moving a sugar lump.
        `I was here.'
        `No, you was 'ere,' said Jesus, moving it to the right. `And you should have been here,' said Perdita, moving
        it back to the left.
        `You seem to know more about it than us,' said Dommie,
        squeezing her waist.
        `I ought to go,' said Perdita ruefully. `They lock the fire escape at midnight. We've got biology first thing
        tomorrow, and I haven't revised at all.'
        `If you're weak on the subject of human reproduction,'
        said Seb, starting to plait her long, blond mane, `Dommie and I could give you a quick crash course. There are plenty of beds upstairs. How old are you?'
        `Fourteen,' said Perdita.
        `Gaol bait as far as we're concerned,' sighed Dommie.
    ` Come back in two years' time. What are you going to do when you grow up?'
        `Play polo.'
        `You'd do better as a stockbroker or a soccer player,' said
        Seb. `There's no money in polo.'
        `I know,' said Perdita, `but at least I'd rub up against all the richest, most powerful men in the world.'
        `Like Mrs France-Lynch,' said Dommie, watching Chessie rotating her flat, denimed belly against Bart's crotch. `That looks like trouble to me.'
        `Bloody 'ell,' said Jesus ruefully. If he hadn't spent so long on the telephone, he might have scored there. He toyed with the idea of cutting in, then decided he might want to play for Bart one day.
        Aware that they were being watched, Bart and Chessie retreated to David Waterlane's study. Tearing himself away from the photographs of ponies and matches on the wall, Bart discovered Chessie looking down her vest examining her breasts.
        Whaddyer doing?'
        `They say everything you touch turns to gold. I wondered if I had.'
        `Let me try again.' Bart slid his hands inside her vest. `Christ, you're sexy.'
        They were interrupted by Mrs Hughie, who, like the Brigadier, rather ineffectually tried to act as a custodian of morals at polo parties, and was now trying to foist strong black coffee on unwilling guests.
        `Hello, Chessie,' she said, averting her eyes as Chessie re-inserted her left breast. `Jolly bad luck about Matilda. Ricky's been playing so superbly too. I was trying to remember, what's his handicap?'
        `His personality,' said Bart bleakly.
        `Oh, I wouldn't say that.' Mrs Hughie gave a nervous laugh as she handed Chessie a cup.
        `D'you take sugar?'
        Chessie looked straight at Bart.
        `Only in Daddies,' she said softly.
        `I actually came to find you,' said Mrs Hughie hastily, as the whoops increased next door. `I'm awfully fond of Seb and Dommie, but they have had a bit too much to drink, and they're with a dear little soul called Perdita Macleod, who's boarding at Queen Augusta's. Could you possibly drop her off on your way home, Chessie?'
        `Thereby killing two birds who might otherwise get stoned,' said Chessie.
        Bart was absolutely furious, but as she and Perdita left the floodlit house for the moonlit night, Chessie reflected that Bart would be more likely to renew Ricky's contract if she held out.
        Stormin g up Ricky's drive, twenty minutes later, twitching with desire and frustration, she was