“I wanted to talk to you, Gertrude,” Jimmie said reproachfully as she slipped away from his ingratiating hand on her arm.
“I thought I should take you home to-night, Margaret,” David said; “you never gave me the slip before.”
“The old order changeth,” Gertrude replied lightly to them both, as she preceded Margaret into the luxurious interior.
“It’s Eleanor,” Gertrude announced as the big car swung into Fifth Avenue.
“Which is Eleanor?” Margaret cried hysterically.
“What do you mean?” Beulah asked.
“Jimmie or David—or—or both are going to marry Eleanor. Didn’t you see their faces when Beulah spoke of her?” 256
“David wants to marry Eleanor,” Margaret said quietly. “I’ve known it all winter—without realizing what it was I knew.”
“Well, who is Jimmy going to marry then?” Beulah inquired.
“Who is Peter going to marry for that matter?” Gertrude cut in. “Oh! it doesn’t make any difference,—we’re losing them just the same.”