ThisseemedtoMrs。Marchsofarfrombadthatshesaid：“That’sveryniceofhim。Thenhe’ssatisfiedwith——withyourhelp？I’mgladofthat。”
“Thankyou。He’smettheTriscoes，andhethoughtitwouldbepleasanttoyouiftheywent，too。”
“Oh，certainly。”
“Hethought。”Burnamywenton，withtheairoffeelinghisway，“thatwemightallgototheopera，andthen——thengoforalittlesupperafterwardsatSchwarzkopf’s。”
HenamedtheonlyplaceinCarlsbadwhereyoncansupsolateasteno’clock；astheoperabeginsatsix，andisoverathalfpasteight，nonebutthewildestroisterersfrequenttheplace。