"Well?"
"Well," said our friend the consul, who had not spoken during the interview, "he is the queerest man I ever met. But how he pumped you!"
"We are all 'copy' to him," said Jimmie. "He wanted information at first hand."
"Sometime he may succeed in convincing his daughter," said Mrs. Jimmie, "but never his wife. She knows him too well."
"Yet he seemed interested in you and Jimmie," said Bee, ruefully. Then more cheerfully, "but we're asked to come again!"
"We are living documents; that's why."
"What do you think of him?" said Jimmie to me with a grin of comradeship.
"I don't know. My impressions have got to settle and be skimmed and drained off before I know."
"Well, we'll go to their reception anyway," said Bee, comfortably, with the air of one who had no problems to wrestle with.
"What are you going to wear?"