“Look here, what’s your liquor, Laing?”

“Anything; with this thirst on me——”

“There are ample materials for a revolution more astonishing and sanguinary——”

“Nonsense, General, yon must have something to drink.”

“Can they have changed their minds again, Dolly?”

“They must have, if Mr. Laing is——”

“Dry? I should think I was. So would you be, if you’d been playing tennis.”

Laing cut across the currents of conversation:

“Hope no harm done, Miss Bellairs, about that wire?”

“I—I—I don’t think so.”