“Waitress, of course. And now you’ve made it impossible.”
“It always would have been impossible. I couldn’t think of allowing Gorham Vincent’s daughter to wait on our table. I highly approve of having her come to us, however,—the charming creature.”
“What are you thinking of?”
“Why, it seems she has no one belonging to her.”
“Henry!” said Mrs. Nixon sonorously, “the home circle is sacred.”
She was greatly startled; and she looked at the insouciant face and figure of her brother with repressed exasperation.
“It is a small circle in our case, certainly.”
“Now that Robert is at home, we shall be three,” returned the lady.
It was her house, and her home circle; and even though her wealthy bachelor brother was its most valuable asset, she did not intend to cede her rights.
There was a space of silence; then she spoke accusingly again.