"He never heard me say so much in his life before," said she. "He must have been awfully surprised."
"How you can say a word to the fellow--but there, nobody understands you Leightons. You ought to have poisoned him. Or perhaps Mabel is only a little flirt."
He wisped a thread of the gauze of her fan.
Elma smiled at him. She was always sure of Lance.
"I say, Elma, what are we to do with Mother Mabel when she comes back? Does she mind this business, or are we allowed to refer to it in a jovial way?"
"Jovial, I think," said Elma. "I believe Mabs is awfully relieved."
She bent over and whispered to Lance.
"I should myself you know if I had just got rid of Robin."
Lance laughed immoderately.
"He's a rum chap," he said, "but he's met a good match in Isobel. Great Scott, look at the stride on her. She could take Robin up and twist him into macaroni if she wanted to. I'm sorry for him."