I've just got a note from her.

She says she knew mamma when she lied in Washington, and that her brother has fallen in love with you, and that she won't have another happy moment--or something like that--if you and I don't come to a tea she is giving to a Miss Ruth MacFarlane; and that I am to give her love to mamma, and bring anybody I please with me." "When ?" asked Jack.

He could hardly restrain his joy.
"I think next Saturday--yes, next Saturday," consulting the letter in her hand.
"Where?
At Mr.Grayson's rooms ?" cried Jack.
"Yes, at her brother's, she says.

Here, Jack--you read it.

Some number in East Fifteenth Street--queer place for people to live, isn't it, Garry ?--people who want anybody to come to their teas.