But why in the world, thought he, were they all so solemn?
He pushed forward chairs.
"I got your postcard, Bill.

Thanks so much for it." Bill grunted and embraced his hard felt hat.
"I ought to have written to you," said Jane--"but---" "She felt restrained by her duty towards me," said Mr.Finn.

"I hope you did not think it was discourteous on her part." "My dear sir," Paul laughed, seating himself in his writing chair, which he twisted away from the table, "Jane and I are too old friends for that.

In her heart I know she wishes me luck.

And I hope you do too, Mr.Finn," he added pleasantly--"although I know you're on the other side." "I'm afraid my principles will not allow me to wish you luck in this election, Mr.Savelli." "Well, well," said Paul.