“It sounds as if it might have been Dick. Was it?”
“No.”
Lorraine replied in a careless tone, suggesting there was no special interest attached to the giver, but, for some unknown reason, Hal chose to be inquisitive.
“The Three Graces are your only ‘hard-up’ friends, and Quin is down east, so he would not know you were ill. Surely Baby didn’t think it at all out by himself, and actually go into a shop and buy them?”
“You shouldn’t call Mr. Hermon Baby, Hal; it isn’t quite fair.”
“Oh, yes it is, as long as he is so objectless and purposeless. Besides, his face is so cherubic I can’t help it.”
“I call his face very manly.”
“Well, so it is—in a way: but it’s cherubic also; and then he’s so dreadfully placid. If he’d only wake up, and boil over about something.”
She was silent a few moments, and then said suddenly;
“Do you know Sir Edwin Crathie, Lorraine?”