"Why aren't you Denis's partner at tennis?"
"For the simple reason," Cleopatra replied, with a self-revelatory glare in her eyes, "that Baby is!"
Mrs. Delarayne turned to her novel for a moment. "Who's Agatha playing with?" she enquired at last.
"With Guy of course."
"And where's Stephen?"
"Oh, he's somewhere. I believe he's cleaning his motor-cycle."
At this point Guy's voice was heard from the lawn:
"We're thirty and Leonetta and Denis are love!"
Cleopatra made a violent movement with her foot, and accidently kicked the table so that all the tumblers rang in unison.
"Oh, Cleo, my dear!—do be careful!" the widow exclaimed. "What have you done?"