A moment later she reentered hurriedly.
"Give me the others, quick!" she said, detaching those at her waist. "These are from Granard's. Take them there—tell them Estelle sent you; she has an arrangement with them. See what you can get. Tell them we'll send 'em custom."
She completed the transfer of the smaller bunch, carefully arranging the wide stole, which she pinned against accidents.
"Listen. If Joe telephones again, make him call me up at six—don't say I said it! It's possible Blainey may get it in his head to call up. I'll go with him, unless—unless Peavey wants me for dinner. I must see him before I dispose of the champagne—understand? You know what to answer the rest." She hesitated, looking at the orchids: "We ought to get fifteen out of them. Remember, promise them our custom; use Pouffé on them. Good-by, dear!"
"Be careful!"
"Yes—yes—yes!"
"Dangerous!"
"Bah! If they only were—but they're not!"
She rejoined Stacey, whose nose was sublimely at the wheel, crying:
"Let her go, Stacey. Up to Tenafly's. Break the speed law!"