“Why not drop that and come with me?”
“I can't. I promised Mr. Green. He's getting up a party. You—you might come along.” He shook his head. There was another pause. “Margaret,” he said then, “who is Mr. Green?”
“He's a Boston man.”
“Is he—is he——?”
Some one was looking for Miss Davies. “She's in the card-room, I think,” said a voice.
“Here I am. I'll be there directly.”
“Wait, Margaret. Do you plan to get back for lunch?”
“Yes—I don't think we're going to take any with us.”
“Then I'll order a carriage for two o'clock, and we'll drive.”
“Well——”