"Can I be of any use and assistance?
I am not afraid of a dozen Mrs.Pratts.

May I join your tea-party, Mr.Carlyon?
I was just going to ask Mrs.Finch for a cup, but as I passed I saw Cedric at the window," and before any could answer Elizabeth had advanced into the room with a smile that seemed to evoke responsive smiles on every face.
"Thank goodness! Bet," exclaimed her brother devoutly; "we shall get along now." "Oh yes, we shall get along," and Elizabeth took off her hat and hastily smoothed her hair.

"Now for the Pratt woman and tea.

Au revoir, gentlemen." And then she vanished, and after a moment's hesitation Mr.
Carlyon followed her..