VII
A WOMAN'S POINT OF VIEW
Narcisse, summoned by a telephone message, went to Fosdick's house. As she entered the imposing arched entrance, Amy appeared, on the way to take her dog for a drive. "It's father wants to see you," said she. "I'll take you to him, and go. I'd send Zut alone, but the coachman and footman object to driving the carriage with no one but him in it. Fancy! Aren't some people too silly in their snobbishness—and the upper class isn't in it with the lower classes, is it?"
"You don't begin to know how amusing you are sometimes," said Narcisse.
"Oh, I'm always forgetting. You've got ideas like Armstrong. You know him?"
"I've met him," said Narcisse indifferently. "You say your father wants to see me?"
Amy looked disappointed. Her mind was full of Armstrong, and she wished to talk about him with Narcisse, to tell her all she thought and felt, or thought she thought and felt. "There's been a good deal of talk that he and I are engaged," she persisted. "You had heard it?"
"I never hear things of that sort," said Narcisse coldly. "I'm too busy."
"Well—there's nothing in it. We're simply friends."
"I'm sorry," said Narcisse.