They were all wondering what he was going to look like, you see; because he only got here yesterday; and that proves she must have been talking to some of 'em, or else how———"
Alice laughed airily, but the pretty sound ended abruptly with an audible intake of breath. "Of course, while Mildred is my most intimate friend," she said, "I don't mean she tells me everything—and naturally she has other friends besides. What else did your sister say she told them about this Mr. Russell?"
"Well, it seems he's very well off; at least Henrietta Lamb told Ella he was. Ella says———"
Alice interrupted again, with an increased irritability. "Oh, never mind what Ella says! Let's find something better to talk about than Mr. Russell!"
"Well, I'm willing," Mr. Dowling assented, ruefully. "What you want to talk about?"
But this liberal offer found her unresponsive; she sat leaning back, silent, her arms along the arms of her chair, and her eyes, moist and bright, fixed upon a wide doorway where the dancers fluctuated. She was disquieted by more than Mildred's reserve, though reserve so marked had certainly the significance of a warning that Alice's definition, "my most
