"It is a provincialism quite permissible in the West," said Marion.
"Indeed! But I have not yet said good afternoon," replied Duncan; "have you recovered from the dissipation of last evening?"
"Quite."
"And you, Miss Moreland?"
"Look at her cheeks, Mr. Grahame," interjected Marion.
"I see it is needless to ask about your health, Miss Moreland, but I trust I may say I admire your snow costume."
"You must have a fondness for brilliant colors," said Florence.
"Decidedly; shades and tints were made for funerals and frowns," he replied.
"I don't like to interrupt," interposed Marion hurriedly, "but I fear it is time for Mr. Grahame and me to be going."
"Are you not to accompany us, Miss Moreland?" said Duncan.