“Oh, certainly, certainly, with pleasure. Good day. Yes, that's the house Good-by.”
On the way back to the billiard-room Mrs. Clemens called to him. She was ill that day.
“Youth!”
“Yes, Livy.” He went in for a word.
“George brought me Mr. B——'s card. I hope you were very nice to him; the B——s were so nice to us, once last year, when you were gone.”,
“The B——s—Why, Livy——”
“Yes, of course, and I asked him to be sure to call when he came to Hartford.”
He gazed at her helplessly.
“Well, he's been here.”
“Oh, Youth, have you done anything?”