you
looking at?" She detects him in the act of craning his neck to this
side and that, and peering over people's heads and shoulders in the
direction of the door. "Hasn't Norah--Bridget, I mean--come yet?" She
frowns significantly, and cautions him concerning Mrs. Campbell by
pressing her finger to her lip.

Roberts: "Yes--yes, she's here; I suppose she's--she's here. How do
you do, Amy? So glad--" He continues his furtive inspection of the
door-way, and Willis turns away with a snicker.

Mrs. Campbell: "Willis, what are you laughing at? Is there anything
wrong with my bonnet? Agnes, _is_ there? He would let me go about
looking like a perfect auk. Did I bang it getting out of the coupe. Do
tell me, Willis!"

Mrs. Roberts, to her husband: "You don't mean to say you haven't
_seen_ her yet?"

Roberts, desperately: "Seen her? How should I know whether I've seen
her? I never saw her in my life."

Mrs. Roberts: "Then what are you looking for, in that way?"

Roberts: "I--I'm looking for her husband."

Mrs. Roberts: "Her husband?"

Roberts: "Yes. He keeps coming back." Campbell bursts into a wild
shriek of laughter.

Mrs. Roberts, imploringly: "Willis, what _does_ it mean?"

Mrs. Campbell, threateningly: "Willis, if you don't behave yourself--"

Mrs. Roberts, with the calm of despair: "Well, then, she isn't coming!
She's given us the slip! I might have known it! Well, the cat might as
well come out of the bag first as last, Amy, though I was trying to
keep it in, to spare your feelings; I knew you'd be so full of
sympathy." Suddenly to her husband: "But if you saw her husband--Did
he say she sent him? I didn't dream of her being married. How do you
know it's her husband?"

Roberts: "Because--because she went out and got him! Don't I tell
you?"

Mrs. Roberts: "Went out and got him?"

Roberts: "When I spoke to her."

Mrs. Roberts: "When you spoke to her? But you said you didn't see
her!"

Roberts: "Of _course_ I didn't see her. How should I see her, when I
never saw her before? I went up and spoke to her, and she said she
wasn't the one. She was very angry, and she went out and got her
husband. He was tipsy, and he's been coming back ever since. I don't
know what to do about the wretched creature. He says I've insulted his
abominable wife!"

Campbell, laughing: "O Lord! Lord! This will be the death of me!"

Mrs. Campbell: "This is one of your tricks, Willis; one of your vile
practical jokes."

Campbell