"Probable even. And who else is coming?"
"Maude Lille--you know her?"
"I think not."
"You met her here--a journalist."
"Quite so, a strange career."
"Mr. Harris, a clubman, is coming, and the Stanley Cheevers."
"The Stanley Cheevers!" said Flanders with some surprise. "Are we going
to gamble?"
"You believe in that scandal about bridge?"
"Certainly not," said Flanders, smiling. "You see I was present. The
Cheevers play a good game, a well united game, and have an unusual
system of makes. By-the-way, it's Jackson who is very attentive to Mrs.
Cheever, isn't it?"
"Quite right."
"What a charming party," said Flanders flippantly. "And where does Maude
Lille come in?"
"Don't joke. She is in a desperate way," said Mrs. Kildair, with a
little sadness in her eyes.
"And Harris?"
"Oh, he is to make the salad and cream the chicken."
"Ah, I see the whole party. I, of course, am to add the element of
respectability."
"Of what?"
She looked at him steadily until he turned away, dropping his glance.
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