"Evidently you are not convinced," Parkington observed.
"Surely, you are not serious?" she demanded.
"Not if every one is as enthusiastic as Miss Tyler and Miss Marbury," said Parkington, with affected indignation.
Captain Herford, across the table, had been attracted by the merriment; now he broke in.
"I say, what is the enthusiasm—what is it?"
"The ebullitions of a quiet spirit," said Parkington, quickly.
"Oh, is that all?" Herford rejoined. "I thought, from Miss Tyler's quiet laugh, that it was the ebullitions of a ghost."
"You were not asked to think anything about it," Miss Tyler retorted. "Stay on your own side of the table, will you?"
"Bravo!" cried Parkington. "Come again, Captain Herford, come again!"