Camilla's eyes brightened with pleasure. "Of course, I'm very much honored, Mrs. Rumsen. I will come gladly, if you don't think I'll add fuel to the flame."
"I don't really care. Why should you?"
"There are reasons. The General was most kind to us both——"
"Because he had something to get out of you," she sniffed. "I could have told you that before."
"But it was through General Bent that we met everybody—people who have entertained us—the Janneys, the McIntyres, and yourself, Mrs. Rumsen."
"He was the ill-wind that blew us the good," she finished graciously. "Say no more about it. I have a great many friends in New York, my child—some who are not stockholders in the Amalgamated Reduction Company."
* * * * *
In another corner of the studio—a dark one behind a screen—Miss Janney had impounded Larry Berkely.
"Have you seen 'Man and Super-man'?" she was asking.
"I've read it."