Mrs. Curwen: “Oh, don’t speak of honors! Mr. Miller wassokind through all those terrible scenes in the elevator.”
Mrs. Miller: “I’ve no doubt you showed yourself duly grateful.” They pass in, followed by their husbands.
Young Mr. Bemis, timidly: “Miss Lawton, in the elevator you asked me not to leave you. Did you—ah—mean—Imustask you; it may be my only chance; if you meant—never?”
Miss Lawton, dropping her head: “I—I—don’t—know.”
Young Mr. Bemis: “But if Iwishednever to leave you, should you send me away?”
Miss Lawton, with a shy, sly upward glance at him: “Not in the elevator!”
Young Mr. Bemis: “Oh!”
Mrs. Roberts, re-appearing at the door: “Why,you good-for-nothing young things, why don’t you come to—Oh! excuse me!” She re-enters precipitately, followed by her tardy guests, on whom she casts a backward glance of sympathy. “Oh, youneedn’thurry!”