“Will you? Then I shall probably come on there after the show—if you don’t object.”
“Why should I object? I’m very happy in your company.”
“I accept your act of homage,” serenely.
“’Tisn’t anything of the sort,” Deb repudiated the suggestion with extreme indignation.
“Very well, dear. Ask your Aunt Stella if she’ll lunch with me to-morrow.”
“Me too?”
“The perfect hostess never mixes her generations.”
“That’s an excuse not to give me lunch.”
“You may come to supper the day after, if you bring your brother, as you once promised.”
“And my grandfather?”