"Claret," said a voice.
Out of the handkerchief Frank drew a glass of claret.
"Tokay."
As the word was spoken Merry flirted the handkerchief to show there was nothing in it, but the following instant he took out a glass of tokay and passed it to the one who had called.
"Rhine wine," he said himself, pretending he had heard some person call for it. "Here it is, sir. Who asked for it? You?"
He placed it in an outstretched hand.
"Champagne," laughed a rather lively-looking lad.
Again the handkerchief was flirted, and then out from beneath its folds came the brimming glass of champagne, the glass being so full that a little of it was spilled as Frank passed it to the one who had called.
"Of course I am not able to treat everyone present," said Merry, apologetically. "I trust no one will be offended."
He gathered up the emptied glasses and started for the stage. Then, of a sudden, he turned about, looking around.