"It's a brilliant idea--have had it in my head for months--you must tell me what you think of it." The entrance of Mrs.Oldrieve and Emmy put an end to further talk of an intimate nature, and as Mrs.Oldrieve preferred the simple graces of stereotyped conversation, the remainder of Sypher's visit was uneventful.
When he had taken his leave she remarked that he seemed to be a most superior person.
"I'm so glad he has made a good impression on mother," said Zora afterwards.
"Why ?" asked Emmy.
"It's only natural that I should be glad." "Oho!" said Emmy.
"What do you mean ?" "Nothing, dear." "Look here, Emmy," said Zora, half laughing, half angry.

"If you say or think such a thing I'll--I'll slap you.

Mr.Sypher and I are friends.

He hasn't the remotest idea of our being anything else.

If he had, I would never speak to him again as long as I live." Emmy whistled a comedy air, and drummed on the window-pane.
"He's a very remarkable man," said Zora.
"A most superior person," mimicked Emmy.
"And I don't think it's very good taste in us to discuss him in this manner." "But, my dear," said Emmy, "it's you that are discussing him.