"Oh, because."
"Because why?"
"Because I am seeing so much. The city, you know, and these suppers and things. Sitting up until to-morrow. And I do so love the theatres!"
Ethel's smile faded.
"Yes," she said, "Mr. Stainton is very kind."
"And generous," put in Preston so unexpectedly that his wife jumped. "Thompson; the salmon."
"I think he's lovely," said Muriel.
"Do you?" Mrs. Newberry was bovine even in her playful moods. "He does really run about like a boy, doesn't he?"
"Well," said Muriel, "I wouldn't say just like a boy."
"He seems quite young—he actually seems very young indeed," mused Ethel.