“Are you talking about Nixie? Oh yes, his mother is grande dame, and I’ve heard him speak of that uncle, Mr. Derwent, often. He’s the capitalist of the family, I believe.”
“The girl,” went on Mrs. Bruce, “seems to be a companion. I noticed Mrs. Nixon didn’t say much to her.”
“Is that the sign of companionship?” asked Irving. “Something for you to fix, Madama.”
“She’s a very ladylike looking girl,” replied Mrs. Bruce.
“Nixie’ll talk to her all right if she has ears,” remarked Irving.
“It’s very nice of him to be nice to Betsy. Who else is in the stage?”
“I didn’t notice.”
“Driver,” Mrs. Bruce turned to her bureau of information, “did you notice who is on the back seat of our stage?”
The driver’s imperturbable lips parted. “They put two heavers in there, I believe,” he replied.