"I'm afraid not. That's Newland Sanders', and I promised him the same thing."
"Well, the one after that?"
"No, that one's Mr. Clairdyce's, too."
"It is?" Noble was greatly disturbed.
"Yes."
"Two that quick with old Baldy Clairdyce!" he exclaimed, raising his voice, but unaware of the fervour with which he spoke. "Two with that old——"
"Sh, Noble," she said, though she laughed. "He isn't really old; he's just middle-aged, and only the least bit bald, just enough to be distinguished-looking."
"Well, you know what I think of him!" he returned with a vehemence not moderated. "I don't think he's distinguished-looking; I think he's simply and plainly a regular old——"
"Sh!" Julia warned him again. "He's standing with some people just behind us," she added.
"Well, then," said Noble, "can I cut in on the next one after that?"