“Oh, what a fuss you are, Roger; and it’s hardly fair when you don’t know anything at all about Mr. Lansing.”
“Do you?”
“No,” and then Patty hesitated. She did know something,—she knew what Mr. Galbraith had told her. But she was not of a mind to tell this to Roger. “I only met him as I was introduced,” she said, “and Mona has never so much as even mentioned him to me.”
“Didn’t she ask you if she might bring him to-night?”
“No; I suppose, as an intimate friend, she didn’t think that necessary.”
“It was necessary, Patty, and you know it, if Mona doesn’t. Now, look here; you and I are Mona’s friends; and if there are any social matters that she isn’t quite familiar with, it’s up to us to help her out a little. And I, for one, don’t believe that man is the right sort for her to be acquainted with; and I’m going to find out about him.”
“Well, I’m sure I’m willing you should, Roger; but you needn’t make such a bluster about it.”
“I’m not making a bluster, Patty.”
“You are so!”
“I am not!”