I hear," she said, as if she were changing the subject, "that you have taken to going to the Metropolitan Museum at odd moments." He felt utterly stripped, and said without hope: "Yes; I'm a trustee, you know." Adelaide just glanced at him.
"You always have been, I think." They drove home in silence.
One reason why she was determined to have her father come home was that it was the first time that Vincent was to take luncheon downstairs, and when Adelaide had a part to play she liked to have an audience.

She was even glad to find Wayne in the drawing-room, though she did wonder to herself if the little creature had entirely given up earning his living.
It was a very different occasion from Pete's last luncheon there; every one was as pleasant as possible.

As soon as the meal was over, Adelaide put her hand on her husband's shoulder.
"You're going to lie down at once, Vin." He rose obediently, but Wayne interposed.

It seemed to him that it would be possible to tell his story to Farron.
"Oh, can't Mr.Farron stay a few minutes ?" he said.

"I want so much to speak to you and him together about--" Adelaide cut him short.
"No, he can't.