They rose, and so did the bewildered visitors.
"I am afraid you have—misunderstood," began Mr. White.
"No; we have always understood—everybody," said Dora, "but we pretended not to, because mother—But now we have done with society. It is a revolution, and this is our last party. Good night." She held out her hand.
"Good night," repeated Cora, offering hers. The guests took them with the air of culprits; relief was evidently drowned in astonishment.
"Well, good night—if we must," they said awkwardly.
Mrs. Baldwin, looking into the library half an hour later, found the twins sitting there alone.
"Where are your cavaliers?" she demanded.
"They left long ago," Dora explained sleepily. "Mayn't we go to bed?"
"Oh, for pity's sake—go!" was the exasperated answer.
In the morning the twins appeared braced for revolution. When a reception for that afternoon was mentioned, they announced firmly that they were not going.