The finest old gentleman, by the way, you ever saw! A regular thoroughbred, Corinne--who looks like a magnificent portrait!" he added in his effort to interest her.
"But let him come some other time," she coaxed, holding the lapel of his coat, her eyes searching his.
"What, turn to the wall a magnificent old portrait!" This came with a mock grimace, his body bent forward, his eyes brimming with laughter.
"Be serious, Jack, and tell me if you think it very nice in you to stay upstairs in your den when I am giving a dance?
Everybody will know you are at home, and we haven't enough men as it is.

Garry can't come, he writes me.

He has to dine with some men at the club." "I really AM sorry, Corinne, but I can't this time." Jack had hold of her hand now; for a brief moment he was sorry he had not postponed Peter's visit until the next day; he hated to cause any woman a disappointment.

"If it was anybody else I might send him word to call another night, but you don't know Mr.Grayson; he isn't the kind of a man you can treat like that.

He does me a great honor to come, anyhow.
Just think of his coming to see a boy like me--and he so--" "Well, bring him downstairs, then." Her eyes began to flash; she had tried all the arts she knew--they were not many--but they had won heretofore.