“Let me have your engagement-book a moment,” Frances requested.
Don complied. He had taken his dinner that night at the dairy lunch, and after returning to the house to dress had walked to his fiancée’s.
Frances puckered her brows.
“You are to have a very busy time these next few weeks,” she informed him. “Let me see––to-day is Wednesday. On Friday we are to go to the Moores’. Evelyn’s débutante dance, you know.”
She wrote it in his book.
“On Saturday we go to the opera. The Warringtons have asked us to a box party.”
She wrote that.
“Next Wednesday comes the Stanley cotillion. Have you received your invitation?”