"Shall I, Grace?" smiled H. R.
Ethel looked at her and smiled. It made Grace so furious that she said:
"I have no control over his speech."
"Then, Ethel, it is only that Grace has a plan for a suffrage campaign that—well, it isn't for me to boast of her strategy; but it's a sure winner. I thought she would tell your mother."
"It doesn't interest me," said Grace, very coldly, being hot within.
"It will after you're married," observed Ethel, sagely.
"That depends on whom I marry," said Grace, casually.
"So it does," assented H. R., calmly.
"I agree with Hendrik," said Ethel, more subtly personal than Grace thought necessary; so she pushed back her chair and took up her gloves.
"Same table, same time—to-morrow?" H. R. said this to Grace so that Ethel could hear it.