"Well? You are not going to Boston to see her, are you? You've seen her in Paris and New York enough to last, I should think."
"Oh, no; I'm going to meet her."
"Marion Delegass, the most notoriously disreputable actress even on the
French stage? Well, she'll be a change from your parsons."
"Luckily her last week is the week of the consecration of the heathen."
"Is she to take part?"
"Don't be flippant. I am to give Mlle. Delegass a luncheon. I've arranged it by letter. By one of the most curious coincidences in the world it comes on the very day of the consecration."
"That is amusing, but I don't see that it's much of a revenge."
"No?" Elsie responded demurely, casting down her eyes. "I am so sorry that Mrs. Strathmore can't come."
"Mrs. Strathmore? You didn't ask her!"
"Why, of course, Chauncy, I wanted to show that I hadn't any ill feeling against the family of my bishop."