"Come upstairs with us, daddy," cried the children, tugging at him. "Come upstairs!"
Mrs. Lee ran her eye about her table and rose. "It's the children's hour," she said to Marjorie. "You don't I hope, mind children?"
"But," said Trafford incredulous, and with a friendly arm about his admirer, "is this tall young woman yours?"
The child shot him a glance of passionate appreciation for this scrap of flattery.
"We began young," said Mrs. Lee, with eyes of uncritical pride for the ungainly one, and smiled at her husband.
"Upstairs," cried the boy of five and the girl of nine. "Upstairs."
"May we come?" asked Marjorie.
"May we all come?" asked Christabel, determined to be in the movement.
Rex strolled towards the cigars, with disentanglement obviously in his mind.
"Do you really care?" asked Mrs. Lee. "You know, I'm so proud of their nursery. Would you care——? Always I go up at this time."