Philip regarded the speaker speculatively. Edgar's voice had an arrogant quality, which gave no idea of its beauty when he broke into song. "I'd give you a glimpse of its virtues if the expressman would come," replied the host. He smiled up at Eliza while Kathleen watched him. "Did you put in cups enough for all of us?"
"Six cups and saucers," returned Eliza, "and six plates, and six knives and forks, and six spoons. I gave you the plated ones 'cause then you wouldn't care if they were stolen."
"But I should care," returned Phil gravely. "I shall search every departing guest."
"Indian blankets," said Edgar. "They suggest the pipe of peace. Let's make it a cigarette." He took out his case.
"Only one room here," remarked Phil. "Perhaps the ladies object."
Edgar grinned at his sister. "Do you object to a cigarette, Kath?" he asked, offering her the open case.
"Perhaps Mr. Sidney is not a smoker," she said, "and it would be unsociable."
The same curiosity which had grown in Phil's eyes as he regarded young Fabian, now stole into them as they met Kathleen's.
"I'm almost sure Eliza doesn't indulge," said the host, "and perhaps she doesn't like it."