“Who’s your half past one patient Ley?” asked Mrs. Orly nervously.
“Buck” rapped Mr. Leyton. “We going to wait for Mr. Hancock, Mater?”
“No, of course not. Keep some things hot Emma and bring in the sweets.”
“Have some more chicken Miss Hens’—Emma!” he indicated his son with a flourish of his serviette. “Wait upon Mr. Leyton, serve him speedily.”
Emma arrested looked helpfully about, smiled in brisk amusement, seized some dishes and went out.
Mrs. Orly’s pinched face expanded. “Silly you are, Ro.” Miriam grinned, watching dreamily. Mr. Leyton’s flushed face rose and dipped spasmodically over the remains of his salad.
“Bucking for Buck”—laughed Mr. Orly in a soft falsetto.
“Ro, you are silly, who’s Buck, Ley?”
“Don’t question the officer Nelly.”
“Ro, you are absurd,” laughed Mrs. Orly.