"And if my collection isn't large enough I shall call up Mrs.Warrington and ask her to come over, too," she added significantly.
Floretta entered again.

"Please wipe the ink off Mr.Drummond's fingers," ordered Constance quietly, still holding out the pad.
"Confound your impudence," he ground out, seizing the pad.

"There! What do you mean by Mrs.Warrington?
What has she to do with this?
Have a care, Mrs.Dunlap--you're on the wrong track here, and going the wrong way." "Mr.Warrington is--" began Floretta.
"Show him in--quick," demanded Constance, determined to bring the affair to a show-down on the spot.
As the door swung open, Warrington looked at the group in unfeigned surprise.
"Mr.Warrington," greeted Constance without giving any of the others a chance, "this morning, I heard a little conversation up here.

Floretta, will you go into the little room, and on the top shelf you will find a bottle.

Bring it here carefully.