"Mr. Torrence and Mr. Raynor," Antoine announced as we were leaving the dinner-table.
"Mr. Raynor?" asked Alice. "Who, pray, is Mr. Raynor?"
Their arrival together chilled me, a chill increased by Torrence's frosty greeting as he gripped my hand angrily and hissed in my ear:
"You've deceived me about this whole business! I suggest that you leave the room."
I was walking toward the door when Mrs. Farnsworth protested.
"You are not going? Alice, there is no reason why Mr. Singleton should leave us."
"Of course he is not going," said Alice. She was established at ease in a wicker rocker, unconcernedly plying the ostrich-plume fan.
"There may be matters——" began Torrence.
"Oh, nothing that Bob can't hear!" Alice declared.
"Very well," muttered Torrence, frowning his complete disapproval.