A knock was heard at the door.
“Come in,” said Mr. Ingalls.
Mr. Alphonso Jones opened the door and entered.
“Excuse my late intrusion, gents,” he said. “And how did you find the Vivians, Mr. Greyson?”
“Very well, thank you.”
“They are very high-toned people.”
“I presume so, but I am not much of a judge,” said Gilbert
“Probably,” said Mr. Ingalls, “you do not know as many of that class as Mr. Jones. Did you find the Montmorencys well, Mr. Jones?”
“Quite so, thank you. Mrs. Montmorency has had a bad cold; but she has quite recovered now. They talk of going to Europe next summer.”
“Do they, indeed? How you will miss them!”