"No, indeed!" hastily.
"Well, it's about as cheerful as a shipwreck. Has it been going on like this very long? I don't see how you and the rest of the younger folk stand it."
"It's rather pleasant to be quiet for a change, Reggie."
"Quiet! I don't call that being quiet—it's sepulchral. I came up here to have a good time. I'm going to shake this crowd up to-morrow."
"You mustn't!"
Rosalind's voice was anxious. Something more would have to be done, she was certain. Reginald was capable of executing his threat.
"I'll tell you," she said in a low tone. "But you must not mention the fact to any person that I did tell you. It's on account of Mr. Morton."
"The Englishman? What's the matter with him?"
Rosalind hesitated. What was the matter with Mr. Morton? She felt that she was rapidly becoming mired.
"Well, you see, Mr. Morton is just recovering from a breakdown," she ventured.