"Are you sure? Have you seen him?"
"Quite sure. I saw Miss Vennor on the platform with some other young people whom I don't know. It's Mr. Vennor's party."
The young man pushed his hat back, and the look of frankness became introspective. "Do you know the Vennors? personally, I mean."
The little lady made answer:
"Yes. We met them at Manitou last summer. Do you know them?"
The young man seemed unaccountably embarrassed. "I—I've met Miss Gertrude—that was last summer, too," he stammered. "Did you—did you like her, Mrs. Burton?"
"Very much, indeed; she is as sweet and lovable as her father is odious. Do have a cup of coffee, won't you?"
"No, thank you. Then you didn't admire the President?"
"Indeed I didn't; no one could. He is one of the cool, contemptuous kind of people; always looking you over as if he had half a mind to buy you. He was barely civil to me, and he was positively rude to John."
"Oh, no; not quite that, Emily," amended the husband. "I'm only one of a good many employees to him."