“Indeed? Mrs. Trevor led me to suppose otherwise. From what she said I gathered the engagement was to be announced shortly. It is not surprising I thought it a love match,” she continued, catching a glimpse of Peggy’s indignant expression. “He is desperately attentive to her, and I see them together all the time.”
“Speaking of seeing people,” broke in Captain McLane, “have you seen Bertie Lee since he and his wife returned from their honeymoon? He came into the club the other night looking absolutely woe-begone.”
“He did, indeed,” laughed Dick. “I couldn’t help thinking of the lines:
‘“When I think on what I are
And what I uster was
I feel I threw myself away
Without sufficient cos!”’”
“They suit him to a ‘T,’” agreed McLane, helping himself to a glass of cherry bounce.
“You know the Courtland Browns, do you not, Mrs. Macallister,” asked Miss Gleason, pulling on her gloves preparatory to departing. “I hear they are going to air their marital troubles in court, but it’s a long story, and I must go. Good-by, dear Mrs. Macallister, such a delightful afternoon. Good-by, everybody, don’t get up?” She waved her hand to them all and tripped out of the room.
“‘The wicked flee when no man pursueth,’” quoted Mrs. Macallister, a naughty twinkle in her eye.