"I'm not!" murmured the wretch on the box. "I'm devilish glad! Imagine passing soup to one's sister! By George, it was a narrow one! It would have been all over then."
"Well, there will be plenty of times this winter," said Betty. "I shall see you all at the Country Club Sunday afternoon. Good night, every one. No, no; there's no need of any of you coming to the carriage."
But brother Jack did walk to the door with her; however, he gave not the slightest attention to the groom, for which he was grateful.
"You must all come and spend the evening with me soon," said Betty, entering the carriage.
"That we shall," said brother Jack, closing the door for her. "Good night."
"Home, James," said the voice within the carriage.
I do not know whether or not he slept soundly that night on his stable cot. He never would confess. But it is my private opinion that he didn't sleep at all, but spent a good part of the night out of doors, smoking very black, strong cigars.
Celeste, however, could have told you that her mistress, as she retired, was in a most amiable frame of mind. Once she laughed.