"Not a bit longer than other women," cried Indiana.
"Well, we'll leave that question open," said Mr. Stillwater, disappearing.
That evening, as they were stepping from the elevator in their wraps, ready for the theatre, Mrs. Bunker uttered an exclamation of intense surprise.
"Lord Canning!"
"Mrs. Bunker; I am delighted!"
"And Lord Stafford, too!" She shook hands with an elderly gentleman, slightly foppish in appearance. "Well, of all people in the world, to meet you here to-night. I'm just ready to faint."
"Don't! Don't! Mrs. Bunker," said Lord Stafford, with a laugh of intense enjoyment.
"Lord Stafford; Lord Canning; my son-in-law, Mr. Stillwater; my daughter, Mrs. Stillwater, and my grand-daughter, Miss Stillwater."
"Indiana," thought Lord Canning, as he bowed ceremoniously.
"These gentlemen were my constant companions at Cannes last year," said Mrs. Bunker. "We and the Jennings' were together most of the time."