24 APRIL 1953, Page 5

The Reveller Like most boys of fourteen he is neither

a keen nor an accomplished dancer, and when at midnight we walked down the broad steps in front of which George I's horse caracoled demurely in the moonlight I could not resist asking him what he had seen in the ten-year-old blonde with whom he had spent the entire evening bumping cheerfully round the ball-room. His face took on the shrewd, complacent look of one who brought off a coup. " Oh, her," he said. " She's a splendid girl. She simply can't dance at all."