“Good,” said she.
I saw Ellery within calling distance. He was in a sack coat. I hailed him and he came up.
“Don’t want to make ’em feel foolish. They’re all dressed. Run up and put on your Tuxedo or whatever you have. Come into my room to dress and we can help each other.”
He got his clothes and we hastened to my room, where we made as quick changes as we could.
“Funny about Ethel,” said I. “She likes simplicity, but she also likes evening clothes. Says a man looks better. I won’t wear a Tuxedo and look like a bob-tailed cat, so I’ve got to go the whole thing. When she sees five immaculate shirt fronts she’ll be just about happy.”
“Well, it does look nice,” said Ellery.
“Oh, I don’t mind once I’m in them.”
At last we were ready all but our ties, and none too soon, for we heard Ethel come into the front hall and say, “Dinner’s ready. Where are the men?”
And then Madge said, “Oh, they had to run up stairs at the last minute to get something. Here they come.”
Ethel called up to me, “Hurry down, dear. We’ll go in informally.”