"How do you do, Miss Wentstile," he said. "I am happy to see you looking so well."
"There is no reason why I should not look well, Mr. Neligage," she responded severely. "I never sit up all night to smoke and drink and play cards."
Neligage smiled his brightest, and made her a bow of mock deference.
"Indeed, Miss Wentstile," he responded, "I am delighted to know that your habits have become so correct."
She retorted with a contemptuous sniff, and by so effectually interposing between him and her niece that Miss Endicott could only nod to him over her aunt's shoulder. Jack made a grimace more impertinent than courtly, and for the time turned away, while the two ladies went on to Mrs. Harbinger.
"Well, Alice," Mrs. Harbinger said, "I am glad you have come at last. I began to think that I must appoint a substitute to pour in your place."
"I am sorry to be so late," Miss Endicott responded, as she and her hostess exchanged places. "I was detained unexpectedly."
"I kept her," Miss Wentstile announced with grim suddenness. "I have been talking to her about—"
"Aunt Sarah," interposed Alice hurriedly, "may I give you some tea?"
"Don't interrupt me, Alice. I was talking to her about—"