"Didn't you notice it?" demanded Dorothy.
"Not particularly—though since you mention it I do recall something of the sort."
"You must have been blind, Helen."
"I wasn't looking in Mr. Porshinger's face, my dear," retorted Mrs. Burleston sweetly.
At which Miss Tazewell laughed.
"You could infer that I was," she replied good-naturedly; "but I hope you won't!"
"I thought Porshinger wasn't so bad," Gladys remarked. "He handled himself very well at dinner, and was most polite,"—with a glance at Stephanie.
"He seemed to talk enough," said Mrs. Burleston. "Didn't I overhear him discussing business with you, Stephanie?"
"He didn't discuss much else," Mrs. Lorraine replied.
"I wonder if he was an oil well shooter originally?" remarked Dorothy. "I've heard so."