Betsy nodded several times to express appreciation.
“It’s just like life, isn’t it?” went on Mrs. Bruce pensively to her son. “Full of startling contrasts. Do you know, Irving, I think Mr. Nixon is talking to Betsy?”
“No doubt he remembers her,” returned Irving. “He has seen her as often as he has you.”
“That’s true; but it’s nice of him, just the same.”
Irving smiled. “Nixie’s got to talk,” he remarked.
“But you know,” said Mrs. Bruce, “there are snobs in the world.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“I like Mr. Nixon, anyway,” she went on argumentatively. “It isn’t necessary for a man to be handsome.”
Irving sighed. “What a blessed relief that you think so, Madama! Otherwise I’m sure you’d call upon the Creator, and make it a subject of prayer.”
“Irving, you’re making fun of me.”