He looked at her meditatively, and then asked, humorously but gently: "Well Katie, what were you expecting me to do?
Order her out of the house ?" "But I want you to be more than civil, Wayne; I want you to be sympathetic." "I'll be civil and you can bring Prescott on for the sympathetic," he laughed.

"You know I haven't great founts of sympathy gushing up in my heart for the _jeune fille_." "Ann's not the _jeune fille_, Wayne.

She's something far more interesting and worth while than that." She paused, again trying to get it, but could do no better than: "I sometimes think of Ann as sitting a little apart, listening to beautiful music." He smiled.

"I can only reply to that, Katie, that I trust she is more inviting than your pictures of her.

A young woman who looked as though sitting apart listening to beautiful music should certainly be left sitting apart." "I'll bring her down," laughed Kate, rising; "then you can get your own picture." "I'll be decent, Katie," he called after her in laughing but reassuring voice.
The meeting had been accomplished.