"You won't mind," she said carelessly to the young men surrounding her,
"I want to talk to Jack for a minute."
They arose, laughing a little.
"That is your one fault, Mrs. Sherwood," said one, "you are altogether too fond of your husband."
"Well, how are things going?" asked Sherwood, as they moved away.
"I'm having a good time. But you're very late, Jack,"
"I know—I wanted to come earlier. Everything all right?"
At the question a little frown sketched itself on her clear brow.
"In general, yes," she said. "But they've got that Lewis boy out in the bar filling him up on champagne."
"That's a pity."
"It's a burning shame!" said she, "And I'd like to shake young Keith. He's dangled after the Morrell woman from start to finish in a manner scandalous to behold."