"I don't know. Very probably. She looks as if she might."
"Oh, no, Damon! There you mistake. She looks as if she mightn't. She is very pretty, but I will vouch for it she can't play—"
"Perhaps the cousin is the pianist. We shall see. I said you would call on them this evening."
"I, Damon? The instant they arrive? Why did you say that? Why should I call before they have had time to breathe?"
"Do you mind? I am so sorry. They asked me to come, and I half promised. It is likely to be somewhat slow for them here if we stand on ceremony. You will like them, I am sure."
"You are sure? No doubt I shall. But to-night seems rather—instantaneous, if you don't mind. You will excuse me to them, and I will wait till they get a little more settled."
"Settled! They have brought down an army of servants. The house looks as if they had lived in it for a month."
"Make what excuse for me you please, then."
"You won't come, Chloris?"