Some tea, Blount, at once." Mrs.Verrier sank into a corner of the sofa, while Daphne, with an "ouf!" of fatigue, took off her hat, and threw herself down at the other end, her small feet curled up beneath her.

Her half-frowning eyes gave the impression that she was still out of temper and on edge.
"Where have you been ?" asked her companion quietly.
"Listening to a stuffy debate in the Senate," said Daphne without a smile.
"The Senate.

What on earth took you there ?" "Well, why shouldn't I go ?--why does one do anything?
It was just a debate--horribly dull--trusts, or something of that kind.

But there was a man attacking the President--and the place was crowded.

Ugh! the heat was intolerable!" "Who took you ?" Daphne named an under-secretary--an agreeable and ambitious man, who had been very much in her train during the preceding winter, and until Roger Barnes appeared upon the scene.
"I thought until I got your message that you were going to take Mr.
Barnes motoring up the river." "Mr.Barnes was engaged." Daphne gave the information tersely, rousing herself afterwards to make tea, which appeared at that moment.
"He seems to have been a good deal engaged this week," said Mrs.
Verrier, when they were alone again.
Daphne made no reply.