As for your friend Boots, he's unspeakable--with my compliments." Selwyn stayed until he made peace with his sister, then he mounted to the nursery to "lean over" the younger children and preside at prayers.
This being accomplished, he descended to the library, where Eileen Erroll in a filmy, lace-clouded gown, full of turquoise tints, reclined with her arm around Drina amid heaps of cushions, watching the waitress prepare a table for two.
He took the fresh, cool hand she extended and sat down on the edge of her couch.
"All O.K.

again ?" he inquired, retaining Eileen's hand in his.
"Thank you--quite.

Are you really going to dine with us?
Are you sure you want to?
Oh, I know you've given up some very gay dinner somewhere--" "I was going to dine with Boots when Nina rescued me.

Poor Boots!--I think I'll telephone--" "Telephone him to come here!" begged Drina.

"Would he come?
Oh, please--I'd love to have him." "I wish you would ask him," said Eileen; "it's been so lonely and stupid to lie in bed with a red nose and fishy eyes and pains in one's back and limbs.