“Of course Miss Frink doesn’t dream of the court disgrace,” added Ogden.
“Women always get the worst of it,” said Hugh moodily.
“Well, I’ve no doubt she will at least keep her word about the recital,” remarked Ogden.
“We must take it for granted,” said Hugh energetically. “We must help the poor girl, and have some pep about it.”
Ogden laughed. “You can be trusted for pep,” he returned. “That was a good line about Colonel Duane. I should have expected Miss Frink to have Grimshaw escort your conceited self to the gate.”
At that moment the Colonel was watching a pair of birds feeding their young. Millicent came to the door and called him in to the ’phone.
“It is Miss Frink,” she said with bated breath. “I do hope it is nothing about me.”
The old gentleman patted her hand as he took the receiver, and the girl stood with parted lips, listening.
“Good-morning, Miss Frink.”
“Why, yes, if an old fogy like myself can be of any use to him, certainly.”