Nor could she be persuaded or trapped into a statement until the table was cleared for coffee and cigarettes. Then she said:
"Dr. Fenninger is in town."
"Mary! Not really!"
"Yes, he is. I met him to-night in the Subway."
"Who is Fenninger? The Great Poohbah?"
"Just about, as far as we are concerned. He prescribes bread pills for every exhausted society woman in town and diagnoses the indigestions of millionaires at a thousand per. Jean, do you think mummy would get up a dinner for him? He's going to be in town a week. We won't tell her how important he is, just that he is alone in town, family away, 'simple little home dinner, you know,' 'just ourselves in summer,' 'impromptu,' 'home atmosphere,' and so forth."
"I think she would. I'll ask her."
"But why does this man get asked to dinner because he prescribes bread pills for society women?"
"Have you forgotten that we have to raise funds for the T.B.'s? Now, does light glimmer?"
"Not a glimmer."