"Yes. Cocktails, too. Also we gamble, dreadfully."
"Wouldn't his people?"
"I don't know," said the girl. "I don't know New York. One reads about these rather harmless vices being universal there. But Silvette and I are really provincial. Provincials usually go too far in either direction. It was only that I did not wish people to judge Mr. Edgerton from us."
Mr. Rivett scraped the gravel with his cane for a moment, then:
"So you like Inwood?"
"Very much."
"Wasn't he mixed up in some mess or other?"
"I never heard so," she said, surprised.
"Oh! What was he doing in Keno?"
She laughed. "Visiting, as we were, I suppose. You know we weren't being divorced."