"Yes; I intend to take Mr. Grahame."
"I suppose I shall have to get there the best way I can."
"You can take the brougham. What do you think of him?"
"Who, the brougham?"
"No; Mr. Grahame, you silly."
"O, he is like many New Yorkers, one-third clothes and two-thirds conceit. I asked him if he thought he should like Chicago, and, knowing I was from the East, he confidently replied: 'It is not New York, you know, but I suppose one can get used to anything in time.'"
"I don't care, I like him," Marion replied.
"Hush, here he comes," said Florence hurriedly.
A servant announced Mr. Grahame, and as Duncan entered, Marion said in a somewhat surprised tone, "Are you always so prompt?"
"No; it is quite a mistake, I assure you," he replied. "I will not be so vulgarly exact next time."