"I wish I thought he liked to look at me, but—"
"But what?"
"Well—he doesn't ever seem very anxious to see me. He's invited to lots of places where he knows I will be, and he doesn't come."
"You mean dances and things like that. Laws sakes, Daphne, ain't he got nothin' better than to go to dances and daddle around the room with a fool girl—"
"But I'm not a fool girl."
"No one would know it by your actions sometimes."
"I guess you are right, Miss Doane. I do act as if nothing were worth while but having a good time."
"Yes; I seen a lot of your friends and I often think that a young man's takin' a lot of risk by marryin' one of you unless he's got nothin' to do in the world but to go to parties and to make money to buy you clothes and motorcars. But never mind—here we are. You go upstairs and get the doctor. Tell him I want to talk to him particular."
Daphne was gone longer than was actually needed to go to an office and fetch a man to the motor car, but Drusilla only smiled when they came down.
"Did we keep you waiting? I am so sorry," murmured Daphne.