Ashe listened with patience—then said:
"I can't help it, Kitty—you really must have him removed."
"Impossible!" she said, her cheek flaming.
"I'll go and talk to Wilson; he'll manage it," said Ashe, getting up.
Kitty pursued him, arguing incessantly.
He lounged along, turning every now and then to look at her, smiling and demurring, his hat on the back of his head.
"You see the difference," said Mrs. Alcot, in Darrell's ear. "Last year Kitty would have got her way. This year she won't."
Darrell shrugged his shoulders.
"These domesticities should be kept out of sight, don't you think?"
Madeleine Alcot looked at him curiously.