She was a little bit flustered for the reason that it seemed to her as if any one would be able to see that she was an entirely different Crystal from the one of the evening before, and she was not quite sure what she was going to answer when her father said, as she felt certain he must say at any moment, “My dear child, what has come over you?”
He did not say this, however. He held out his golf-club and said, “Got a new driver.”
“Yes, yes, dear, very nice,” said Crystal. “But I want to have lunch punctually, to-day.”
Mr. Cord sighed. Crystal wasn’t always very sympathetic. “I’m ready,” he said, “only Eddie’s coming.”
“Eddie!” exclaimed Crystal, drawing her shoulders up, as if at the sight of a cobra in her path. “Why is Eddie coming to lunch? I did not ask him.”
“No, my dear, I took that liberty,” replied her father. “It seemed the only way of getting rid of him.”
“Well, I sha’n’t wait for him,” said Crystal, ringing the bell. “I have an engagement at a quarter past two.”
“At the golf club?” asked her father, his eye lighting a little. “You might drive me out, you know.”
“No, dear; quite in the other direction—with a man who was at the party last night.”
“You enjoyed the party?”