A. Yes; Ethel Mott told me this morning.
F. Do you suppose he is in earnest, after all?
A. Oh, there’s no telling about him. Frank says they bet about it at the club.
F. About him and Sophia?
A. Yes; whether he’ll propose before Lent.
F. How per-fectly horrid! Men are the worst creatures. I declare, I think those dreadful clubs ought to be suppressed.
A. So do I. They do say the most outrageous things. I don’t see how they can sit and listen to them.
F. I don’t, either.
A. And they talk over all the scandals.