“But you don’t smoke,” Alice objected.
“Ah, but I’ve been tempted,” she confessed archly.
“The only thing that makes my life worth living is yielding to temptation,” Nora observed.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Michael said rising. “I’m tempted to take a small drink. Who’ll yield with me and split a pint of Brut Imperial?”
“That’s your last drink to-night,” his wife warned him.
“I’m not likely to forget it,” he said ruefully. “My wife,” he told the company, “thinks I’m a restaurant, and closes me up at one sharp.”
“Let’s have some bridge,” Mrs. Harrington suggested. “Ethel, what do you say?”
“I’ve given it up,” she answered.
“Why, you used to love it,” Nora asserted, surprised.
“I’ve come to think all playing for money is horrible,” Ethel returned, thinking to what trouble Amy’s gambling had brought her.