But--you must take another whiskey and soda, Mr.Tavernake.Now, I insist upon it.

Tim, come right over here." Mr.Pritchard seemed to have forgotten what he was talking about.

The room had been suddenly invaded.

The whole of the little supper party, whose individual members he had pointed out to his companion, came trooping into the room.

They were all apparently on the best of terms with themselves, and they all seemed to make a point of absolutely ignoring Pritchard's presence.