"Oh, fairly well to middlin'." Glancing at the littered table, he said: "Still busy on the graduation dress, I see."
Mrs. Blaine sighed wearily.
"Yes—it's taking me longer than I bargained for. Sometimes I feel very tired. I wish Virginia was here to try it on."
Fanny glanced at the clock. With a quick, significant look at Mr. Gillie, she said quickly:
"She'll be here any moment now. The concert is usually out by this time." There was an awkward pause and then she stammered: "Mr. Gillie has something to say to you, mother."
Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and looked up in surprise.
"Something to say to me?" she echoed in amazement, looking inquiringly from her daughter to the visitor.
But Fanny, her face crimson, had already bolted into the kitchen, while Mr. Gillie, his chair tilted backward, a picture of magnificent unconcern, coolly blew smoke rings into the air.
"Something to say to me?" repeated Mrs. Blaine.
"Asch—ooah!"