"Would insist on my being a director.

I'm trying to get Waddington here into it," he added, condescendingly.

"Jolly good thing for him if I succeed, I can tell you." Miss Maud moved away in a chastened manner.

She took the opportunity to slip upstairs and powder her face and put on clean white cuffs.
Presently she returned, carrying the wine on a silver tray, with the best glasses that could be procured.
"Here's luck!" Burton exclaimed, jauntily.

"Can't drink much myself.
This bubbly stuff never did agree with me and I had a good go at it last night." Maud filled up his glass, nevertheless, touched it with her own, and drank, looking at him all the time with an expression in her eyes upon which she was wont to rely.
"Take me out to-night, dear," she whispered.