"Escapade?" exclaimed Mrs. Hanford.
"We didn't know that she was in any trouble," said Mr. Hanford.
"That's just the point," said Scholar Ross. "Your daughter has the infuriating habit of indulging in outrageous behavior under the name of brilliant intellectual accomplishment."
Gloria Hanford said, "Why, thank you, sir!"
She dropped the scholar a deep curtsey, displaying several inches of slender ankle.
"Gloria!" demanded her mother. "What have you been up to?"
Gloria Hanford smiled at her mother in an elfin, yet superior manner. "I am the affianced bride of Bertram Harrison," she said softly. "Therefore my behavior, whether good, bad, or indifferent, is no longer the problem of my parents."
Her father said, "Gloria, I happen to be big enough in both the physical and intellectual departments to overrule both you and your husband-to-be. So you'll answer your mother."
"Why," said Gloria quietly, "I've done nothing wrong."
Mr. Hanford said to Scholar Ross: "What's your side of this?"