"It's a shame for her to treat him so," she said to Hazard, interpreting her meaning by a nod toward Elise and Evans.
"I hadn't noticed. What's she doing to him?"
"I believe he loves her, and she has been treating him shamefully all evening."
"So that was it," murmured Hazard. "She certainly ought to be good to him."
"Beg pardon, I didn't understand you," said Lola.
"I said she ought to be good to him."
"I heard that. But the other remark you made?"
Hazard caught himself, and looked at Lola steadily. "I was so bold as to express an opinion—which had not been requested—and to aver that—she—er—ought to be good to him," he repeated with an over-done blankness of countenance.
"You come on," said Lola as she rose. "We are going to scare up something for you people to eat," she remarked to the others.
"Now, sir," she said when she had gotten him into the dining-room, "I'll see what sort of a reporter I could be. Stand right there, and look at me. Now.—why did Mr. Rutledge knock Congressman Smith down? No, no, stand perfectly still—and no evasion."