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It was all banality
now, for we had touched upon the real question in our minds and
had bounded as lightly off it as a toy balloon bounds off an
opposing surface.
Warrington had kept silent during the visit, I noticed, and seemed
relieved when it was over. I could not imagine that he was known
here inasmuch as they treated him quite as they treated us.
Apparently, though, he had no relish for a possible report of the
excursion to get to Miss Winslow's ears. He was the first to
leave, as Garrick, after paying for our refreshments and making a
neat remark or two about the tasteful way in which the gambling
room was furnished, rescued our hats and coats from the negro
servant, and said good-night with a promise to drop in again.
"What would Mrs. de Lancey think of THAT?" Garrick could not help
saying, as we reached the street.
Warrington gave a nervous little forced laugh, not at all such as
he might have given had Mrs. de Lancey not been the aunt of the
girl who had entered his life.


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