"Yes, I am!" answered Grace, defiantly. "I had nothing to do with it. This whole affair is exceedingly distasteful to me."
"Of course!" came in a great chorus.
To agree with her in that tone of voice was intolerable.
Grace's hatred shifted from the unspeakable H. R. to these bosom friends. If it were not that H. R. was always right, she wouldn't dislike him so much.
"It is not that I mind not being one of the hundred, but the not being asked to be," muttered the doll face.
It was obviously what all of them minded.
Ethel Vandergilt said: "If I could make my mother resign I'd offer my services. But she is not the resigning kind. Good-by. I'm crazy to meet your H. R."
Well, they were welcome to him—if she made up her mind she did not want him for herself.
The moment the last false friend left, Grace's tolerant smile vanished.
Was she, in sooth, chosen Number One? The papers said it was only a rumor.