"I've got to run back to New York for a bit, but I shall be in America all summer, one place or another. I'll stay to luncheon, if you'll let me."
"We must avoid Electra! If she comes back and settles on us, I shall simply take you to walk. We can go over to Bessie Grant's. You remember her. She married the doctor."
"I remember."
Electra had returned with a glass and pitcher, and ice clinking pleasantly. She took occasion to explain to Madam Fulton, with some civil hesitation,—
"I have a committee meeting, grandmother. I had planned to go in town."
The old lady responded briskly.
"Go, my dear, go. Mr. Stark will stay to luncheon. We'll look out for each other."
When Electra had rustled away, after the pleasantest of farewell recognitions between her and the guest, Madam Fulton heaved a sigh.
"Billy," said she, "that's a dreadful girl."
"She's a very handsome girl. What's the matter with her?"