The others had already arrived when Catherine, Jean and Philip took the three vacant seats on the center aisle. From her box, Mrs. Dalton, resplendent in black lace and diamonds, recognized the arrivals and waved graciously.
"Thinks she's slumming, I suppose. We're a cross between Mott Street and Society. What do you suppose she'd do if I fingered my nose at her?"
"I haven't the least idea. Why don't you try and find out." Since the tea, Jean often considered Philip's foolish suggestions amiably.
But before he could say anything more, Alice leaned across the vacant seat.
"Who on earth is this one for? We've been guessing for the last five minutes."
"Why waste so much energy? Whoever it is will probably be here in another five and then——"
Standing in the aisle, Jerome included the entire row in a welcoming nod, took the vacant seat and looked inquiringly at Alice.
"Any objections, kiddie?"
"Daddy Stuart, you are the most annoying male thing in captivity."
"Now, Alice, if you will think back, slowly, carefully and logically—a most difficult performance for you, I own, you will remember that I never actually said I would not come."