The butler raised the loyal eye.
"Guarding the gifts, madam."
"Who told you to?"
"Mr. Finch, madam."
Mrs. Waddington shot a look of disgust at George.
"There is no necessity whatever."
"Very good, madam."
"Only an imbecile would have suggested such a thing."
"Precisely, madam."
The butler retired. Sigsbee Horatio, watching him go, sighed unhappily. What was the good of him going now? felt Sigsbee. From now on the room would be full. Already automobiles were beginning to arrive, and a swarm of wedding-guests had begun to settle upon the refreshments on the side-table.