Anne presented herself that evening in her husband's study with a sheaf of visiting cards in her hand.

She thought it possible that she might obtain further illumination by confronting him with them.
"Walter," said she "all these people have called on us.

What do you think I'd better do ?" "I think you'll have to call on them some day." "All of them ?" He took the cards from her and glanced through them.
"Let me see.

Charlie Gorst--we must be nice to him." "Is _he_ nice ?" "I think so.

Edie's very fond of him." "And Mrs.Lawson Hannay ?" "Oh, you must call on her." "Shall I like her." "Possibly.