“And you want me to get a twist on old Blunt?” and Henderson roared with laughter at the idea.
“No, indeed. Dear, you are just a goose, socially. It is nothing to you, but you don't understand what we women have to go through. You don't know how hard it is—that woman!”
“What has she done?”
“Nothing. That's just it. What do you say in the Street—freeze? Well, she is trying to freeze me out.”
Henderson laughed again. “Oh, I'll back you against the field.”
“I don't want to be backed,” said Carmen; “I want some sympathy.”
“Well, what is your idea?”
“I was going to tell you. Mr. Delancy dropped in this afternoon for a cup of tea—”
“Oh!”
“Yes, and he knows Mrs. Schuyler Blunt well; they are old friends, and he is going to arrange it.”