"Blodgett's rung for tea——"
He glanced curiously from one to the other. The broken shadows disclosed little, but the fact that she had lingered at all was arresting.
"What's up, Sylvia?"
She went close to her brother.
"This—this old servant has been impertinent again."
Lambert smiled.
"He's rather more than that now, sis. That's over—forgotten. Still if the Princeton fellow Morton's been impertinent——"
He spread his arms, smiling.
"Have I got to submit myself to a trouncing more than once a year?"
Sylvia shrugged her shoulders.