"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. Please do let us have a party."
[Illustration: "'Two pillows,' said Drina sweetly."]
So Selwyn went to the telephone, and presently returned, saying that
Boots was overwhelmed and would be present at the festivities; and
Drina, enraptured, ordered flowers to be brought from the dining-room
and a large table set for four, with particular pomp and circumstance.
Mr. Archibald Lansing arrived very promptly--a short, stocky young man
of clean and powerful build, with dark, keen eyes always alert, and
humorous lips ever on the edge of laughter under his dark moustache.
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