She smoothed his pillow with the utmost tenderness.
"Oh, Pringle," she said, in answer to his announcement that Mrs.Baxter was down-stairs, "you haven't let her in ?" "She's in the drawing-room, Madam." And Pringle added as a clear indication of what he considered her duty, "She came in Mr.Lanley's motor." "Of course she did.

Well, say I'll be down," and as Pringle went away with this encouraging intelligence, Adelaide sank even farther back in her chair and looked at her husband.

"What I am called upon to sacrifice to other people's love affairs! The Waynes and Mrs.Baxter--I never have time for my own friends.

I don't mind Mrs.Baxter when you're well, and I can have a dinner; I ask all the stupid people together to whom I owe parties, and she is so pleased with them, and thinks they represent the most brilliant New York circle; but to have to go down and actually talk to her, isn't that hard, Vin ?" "Hard on me," said Farron.
"Oh, I shall come back--exhausted." "By what you have given out ?" "No, but by her intense intimacy.

You have no idea how well she knows me.
It's Adelaide this and Adelaide that and 'the last time you stayed with me in Baltimore.' You know, Vin, I never stayed with her but once, and that only because she found me in the hotel and kidnapped me.
However,"-- Adelaide stood up with determination,--"one good thing is, I have begun to have an effect on my father.