"Mrs. Brendon, Miss Morton, and the Bryces."
"Oh."
"I must play up and get those portrait orders."
"Besides, they are your friends. When shall we have them?"
"I would better see Mrs. Brendon, break the news to her of our marriage."
"Jerry, you haven't told her?"
"No. Waited till she got back."
"She won't come to the tea."
"Why not?"
"She'll be so angry that her plans for your marriage have miscarried."