"Oh, no telling what might happen in your swell clientele, some day," giggles Ferdie. "But Ollie was scandalized at the placing of a minister on the stage—an Episcopal minister, too."
"Does he expect to use an Episcopal minister soon?" asks the lawyer, suggestively.
"Not very soon, judging by the young lady," grins Ferdie. "The only time Miss Dividends——"
"What the dickens do you call Miss Travenion Miss Dividends for?" interrupts Whitehouse testily.
"You ought to know best; you're her trustee," returns the youth. "Besides, every one called her that at Newport this season, especially the other girls, she is so stunning and they envied her so. Lots of money, lots of beaux and more of beauty. If she didn't have a level head, it would be turned."
"Yes, she has got a brain like her father. Besides, Mrs. Livingston keeps a very sharp eye on her," remarks Southmead.
"Don't she though?" chimes in Mr. Chauncey. "Look at to-night. The widow invited your humble servant to take care of the Amory girl, so that Ollie could have full swing with Miss Dividends—I mean Erma. We are all having supper in the Chinese-room. Mrs. Livingston wishes to see you for a moment on business; Miss Travenion on more important business. They chanced to mention it, and knowing your habits, I thought it very probable you were at supper here. I told them I could find you if you were in the building. I roamed through the café and inquired of Rimmer, and he suggested you were up-stairs. The head waiter in the restaurant corroborated him. It won't keep you long. Miss Travenion and Mrs. Livingston wish to see you particularly. They are very busy."
"Busy!" cries the lawyer. "What have those two birds of Paradise to do with business?"
"They are packing. They wish to know if you can possibly call on them to-morrow afternoon."
"To-morrow afternoon, Captain Lawrence's business compels my attention."