"Not at all," said Edna. "How can you be so low, Cora? I only said that to make Anthony angry. He's finding out--luring her to tell him everything."
"Kidding her along, you mean?" said Mr. Albertson, who hated people not to use the right word.
"They've probably both got out of the back window by this time," said Miss Wellington.
This time Mr. Albertson frankly leaned his ear against the crack of the door.
"No, they're there yet," he said, moving away again. "I can hear them talking--low."
Another silence succeeded to this information, and then Mrs. Conway's butler appeared in the doorway. He looked about and said over his shoulder, "Yes, sir, she's here." He drew back and ushered in Gordon Conway.
Edna looked at the man who had been her husband and said irritably, "You, Gordon; This is really a little too much!"
"Hullo, father," said Durland.
"Hullo, Durlie," said his father, as if he were trying to be cordial; and then, seeing Albertson, he added in a tone really cordial, "Why, Albertson, how do you do? I haven't seen you since the