Colonel Craighill announced that he must go down to the Club to a meeting of the Executive Committee of the Greater City Improvement League, in which his son-in-law was interested.
“Wayne, you will take Fanny home in your own car, won’t you? Or maybe you’ll wait for John to stop?”
“I must go soon; Wayne will look after me,” she said, and they both went to the door to see their father off.
“It’s like old times,” she sighed, as the motor moved away; “but those times won’t come any more.”
Then with a change of manner she turned upon Wayne and seized his hands.
“Wayne, have you ever seen that woman before?”
He shook himself free with a roughness that was unlike him.
“Don’t be silly: of course not. I never heard of her. How did you get that idea?”
“You looked as though you were seeing a ghost when you looked at her picture.”
“I was thinking of ghosts, Fanny, but I wasn’t seeing one.” He lighted a cigar. “I must say that your tact sometimes leaves you at fatal moments. The Colonel was almost at the point of getting mad. He wanted to be jollied—and you did all you could to irritate him.”