have observed little things in you that disquieted me, but I overlooked them because you appeared to be earnestly striving to overcome the handicap placed upon you at birth. For example, I have found cigarette stubs in your room when I—"
"Oh, I say, mother," broke in Stuyvesant; "cut it out."
"My dear!"
"You'd smoke 'em yourself if father didn't put up such a roar about it. Lot of guff about your grand-mothers turning over in their graves. I don't see anything wrong in a woman smoking cigarettes. Besides, you may be accusing Miss Emsdale unjustly. What proof have you that the stubs were hers?"
"I distinctly said that I found them in her room," said Mrs. Smith-Parvis icily. "I don't know how they got there."
"Circumstantial evidence," retorted Stuyvie, an evil twist at one corner of his mouth. "Doesn't prove that she smoked 'em, does it?" He met Miss Emsdale's burning gaze for an instant, and then looked away. "Might have been the housekeeper. She smokes."
"It was not the housekeeper," said Jane quietly. "I smoke."
"We are digressing," said Mrs. Smith-Parvis sternly. "There are other instances of your lack of refinement, Miss Emsdale, but I shall not recite them. Suffice to say, I deeply deplore the fact that my children have been subject to contamination for so long. I am afraid they have acquired—"
Jane had drawn herself up haughtily. She interrupted her employer.
