"Oh, that's the game now," spoke Danforth smiling superciliously. "Soft snap, eh? Quite in clover."
Hearing the sound of voices, Mrs. Travellian stepped from behind the screen.
"Come in, come in," she said. "We have had a hen party here for some time."
Mrs. Carter at this moment came down the stairs, as light-footed, despite her plump figure, as a school-girl. The two young men stepped aside for her to pass them, and Mrs. Trevellian touched her lightly on the cheek.
"Late, as usual," she said laughing. Then she turned to Danforth who had stepped ahead of Hart. "I had half a mind not to ask you, Ray," she laughed. "You never call upon your relatives."
"A most cruel speech," Danforth said, taking her hand and kissing it, an act that became his appearance very well.
"Oh, Mr. Hart, I am so glad you could come," went on Mrs. Trevellian, extending her disengaged hand and shaking his warmly. "I want to present you to Miss Hollingsworth."
"Mr. Hart and I are old friends," said a voice with a musical diapason.
