"No, you're not. She's a nice, sensible girl and——"
"Do you hate her very much?"
"Hate her?" The widow's eyes opened with astonishment.
"You called her 'nice and sensible.'"
"Bobby Taylor's looking for you, Marion," called Miss Manners, glancing in at the door suddenly.
"Well, goodby. I'm off," said the bachelor, following the swish of Miss Manners's skirts with his eyes, as she hurried away down the hall.
"Sit down, Mr. Travers!" commanded the widow in an awful tone.
At that moment a buoyant young man poked his head in at the door.
"Go way, Bobby," said the widow. "Mr. Travers and I are discussing—er—psychology."
"Ugh!" remarked Bobby, dutifully withdrawing, "why do you do it, if it hurts?"