Mrs. Somers: "It's cooler now."
Campbell: "And you won't let me help you?"
Mrs. Somers: "When there are more people you may hand the tea."
Campbell: "I wish I knew just how much that meant."
Mrs. Somers: "Very little. As little as an adoptive Californian in his most earnest mood." While they talk—Campbell bending over the teapot, on which Mrs. Somers keeps her hand—the others form a little group apart.
Bemis, to Mrs. Roberts: "I hope Mr. Roberts's distinguished friend won't give us the slip on account of the storm."
Roberts: "Oh no; he'll be sure to come. He may be late. But he's the most amiable of Englishmen, and I know he won't disappoint Mrs. Somers."
Bemis: "The most unamiable of Englishmen couldn't do that."
Roberts: "Ah, I don't know. Did you meet Mr. Pogis?"
Bemis: "No; what did he do?"