"I think Miss Triscoe ought to know it.

There goes the wretch, now!" she broke off.
"Don't look at him!" She set her husband the example of averting his face from the sight of Stoller sullenly pacing up the middle aisle of the grove, and looking to the right and left for a vacant table.

"Ugh! I hope he won't be able to find a single place." Mrs.Adding gave one of her pealing laughs, while Rose watched March's face with grave sympathy.

"He certainly doesn't deserve one.

Don't let us keep you from offering Miss Triscoe any consolation you can." They got up, and the boy gathered up the gloves, umbrella, and handkerchief which the ladies let drop from their laps.
"Have you been telling ?" March asked his wife.
"Have I told you anything ?" she demanded of Mrs.Adding in turn.
"Anything that you didn't as good as know, already ?" "Not a syllable!" Mrs.Adding replied in high delight.