Mrs. Fabian's brow clouded. "She is so conspicuous," she said persuasively; "I wish you didn't go there, Edgar. Why are all the men daft about her when there are so many sweet young girls so much better worth their attention?"
"Shall I see if she is disengaged?" asked Edgar alertly. "If she cares to go I can come back and talk with you."
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Fabian sighed resignedly; and Edgar disappeared, presently returning, a self-satisfied smile curving the little mustache.
"She was gracious, evidently," remarked Mrs. Fabian.
"Says she was saving this evening for me anyway, and will be delighted," said Edgar, seating himself. "She says she is glad it is a Caruso night, for she can prove to me that I ought to be on his side of the footlights."
"That's the way she does it, is it?" returned Mrs. Fabian.
"Oh, she means it," declared Edgar quickly. "She's the most sincere creature alive. Everybody knows that."
"Where is Mr. Larrabee? I've never seen him yet. Does anybody see him?"
"His clerks, I fancy," returned Edgar, with his careless, gleeful smile.