“That is just like Maria Wheeler,” laughed Mrs. Macallister.
“What did you do this evening, Granny? You read a blood-curdling mystery story as usual, I suppose.”
“Indeed, I did nothing of the sort. I was most agreeably entertained by a young man.”
“General de Peyster?”
“I said a young man,” with dignity.
“I give it up, Granny; you have too many of the male gender anxious to call on you. It would take me an hour to go through the list.”
“Tut! child, I am not to be flattered,” but she smiled quietly, well pleased. She had queened it too long in salon and drawing-room not to know her power. “My visitor this evening was Count de Morny.”
“Count de Morny! Why, good gracious, Granny, he was here only this afternoon.”
“I know it,” placidly.
“Why did he come a second time?”