"Well?" she demanded at last.
"Well?" said Pearl, blowing a ring.
"Don't you think I am right?"
"Certainly," replied Pearl, shifting over on the arm of my chair till she leaned quite heavily on me, quite delightfully so, but I manfully refused to budge an inch.
At that Mrs. Radigan arose.
"You are terribly exasperating," she said, flaunting toward the door.
But she paused there and stood framed in the heavy portières gazing at us. And we gazed back defiantly.
"You must admit that it was a lovely wedding, except for the bride and groom," she said a little more softly.
"Certainly," Pearl answered smiling. "It cost them thousands."
"But we could have done it much better, Pearl," Mrs. Radigan went on, now in quite a gentle tone. "I hated so to see you only maid of honor at the wedding of so great a man as the Duke of Nocastle. It seemed to me as though Ethel Bumpschus were taking you up the aisle at her chariot-wheels. And you looked so lovely."