Alpha Book

"Oh, Phil," she said, "Eileen probably forgot that I was going out; it's
a directors' luncheon at the exchange. Please tell Eileen that I can't
wait for her; where is she?"
"Dressing, I suppose. Nina, I--"
"One moment, dear. I promised the children that you would lunch with
them in the nursery. Do you mind? I did it to keep them quiet; I was
weak enough to compromise between a fox hunt or fudge; so I said you'd
lunch with them.. Will you?"
"Certainly. . . . And, Nina--what sort of a man is this George Fane?"
"Fane?"
"Yes--the chinless gentleman with gentle brown and protruding eyes and
the expression of a tame brontosaurus."
"Why--how do you mean, Phil? What sort of man? He's a banker. He isn't
very pretty, but he's popular."
"Oh, popular!" he nodded, as close to a sneer as he could ever get.
"He has a very popular wife, too; haven't you met Rosamund? People like
him; he's about everywhere--very useful, very devoted to pretty women;
but I'm really in a hurry, Phil.


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