Miss Reynolds adjusted her lorgnette critically. "Yes, I think this is about the only picture in this exhibit which Tom and I both like. I'm so glad that you approve of our taste, Miss Perkins," and Marian smiled sweetly.
Edith squeezed her arm rapturously as they moved away. "I'm proud of you. Those pictures were hung only day before yesterday. Why, there's Joe."
Mr. Bently greeted them cordially. "Jackson came this morning, Edith, and I have asked him to dine with us Monday evening."
"That will be charming. Marian is coming to visit us over Sunday and I think they will like each other."
"I hope so," was Mr. Bently's rejoinder. "It's really good of you to come, Miss Reynolds, for I very seldom see you, and Jackson is a capital fellow."
"Come, Marian," said Edith, "you know we were going to make a call."
"Always going somewhere, aren't you, sweetheart?" and Mr. Bently smiled lovingly at his pretty wife.
"Never far away from you, dear," she answered and waved her hand to him as the crowd swept them apart.
"You're going to stay all night with me, you know," Edith said. "We'll stop at your house on our way back, and leave word with your mother—incidentally we can learn if any one has called."