Why did her mind keep straying away? Standing in the middle of the circle, she could feel them surrounding her, desiring her to divine this thing. Perhaps it was something she didn't want to guess, something that would mean
She repeated the question, looking at Martin this time.
"No," he said, smiling.
Her mind was a blank. She went round the group again, asking almost at random. The succession of No's had a curiously numbing effect. But she knew, without having put the question directly, that it was something connected with Martin.
She came to Ben, on the last time round. She stared at his white canvas shoes, trying to think.
"Is it . . . is it"
She turned away from the strong scent of his cigar. The glimmer of coloured light on the dining-room table caught and held her. It suggested:
"Something to do with a cake?"
"Yes," said Ben, amazed.
They were all startled, for her last attempts had been far off the track.
"Two more tries," said George, encouraging her.
She had a queer sensation that the back of her dress was open and reached unconsciously to but-
