Cameron smiled and drank his high-ball. He had heard Lorraine holding forth before on the Emersons and their kind.
"Look at the old man there!" Lorraine went on. "He is a good-natured bounder—but he ought to be tending bar in a corner saloon rather than hob-nobbing here. And as for Mrs. Emerson!——"
"How about the daughter?" Cameron inquired.
"Except for her family, Miss Emerson is all right. Only I shouldn't want to marry her—I'd be afraid the children would breed back."
"With grandpa's money, and the present day advantages and forced culture!" laughed Cameron. "I reckon not, my friend, I reckon not."
One of the attendants approached with a telephone instrument and connected it with the wire at the side of the room.
"Some one wants to talk to you, Mr. Lorraine," he said, placing the transmitter on the table and handing him the receiver.
"Excuse me, Cameron!" said Lorraine. "Hello!"
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"Yes, this is Mr. Lorraine."