"It would seem so!" laughed Pendleton.
"I mean, if you should care to be a rival."
"Thanks, that is better—one likes to fancy himself the very devil with the women, even when he knows he isn't."
"What is Stephanie Lorraine going to do?" Burgoyne asked presently.
"You mean after this afternoon?" said Pendleton. "I do not know. I fancy she doesn't know either. The meeting with Lorraine was most unfortunate, if she sought reconciliation."
"Yes; but if she didn't, it doesn't matter in the least—aside from its giving the mob fresh food for talk."
"I didn't hear anything said at our table!" smiled Burgoyne.
"Hardly!" said Pendleton. "Mrs. Emerson chose to have the sensational guest in preference to the sensation. In deference to Lorraine and ourselves everyone refrained from mentioning what was uppermost in their minds. They have made up for it since, you may be sure."
"I think I shall go around to-morrow and call on Stephanie," Burgoyne announced.