“Oh, the left, of couyse.”
“Then it's merely habit, Julie. You ought to have heard the nice things we were saying about you,” Alice called.
“I'd like to hear all the nice things you've been saying.”
This seemed the last effect of subtle wit. Mavering broke out in his laugh, and Alice's laugh rang above it.
Mrs. Pasmer looked involuntarily round from the carriage ahead.
“They seem to be having a good time,” said Mrs. Brinkley at her side.
“Yes; I hope Alice isn't overdoing.”
“I'm afraid you're dreadfully tired,” said Mavering to the girl, in a low voice, as he lifted her from her place when they reached the hotel through the provisional darkness, and found that after all it was only dinner-time.
“Oh no. I feel as if the picnic were just beginning.”
“Then you will come to-night?”