“Thanks, I will not take anything,” answered Webster.
“May I ask if you wear a concealed bit of blue ribbon? If you are a total abstainer, as I believe they call themselves?” smiled Kathleen Weir.
“I can truthfully answer no,” said Webster, also smiling.
“Have some champagne then.”
“I will have nothing, thanks.”
“What were we talking of? Ah, about being able to conceal one’s feelings. I can’t; I wish I could; I must speak my mind, and it’s brought me no end of trouble.”
“But you are clever enough, I am sure, to get out of trouble.”
“Not always; I had once to deal with a very peculiar nature, or mine was peculiar perhaps—so he said—but we could not pull together, and that brought me no end of trouble—but I have got over it.” And Miss Weir shrugged her handsome shoulders.
“You showed your wisdom,” said Webster, a little grimly.