Brooks, a man servant of perfect manners and unimpeachable respectability, moved about quietly, supplying cigars for the gentlemen, cigarettes for the ladies, and liquid refreshment for both, with a skill born of long experience, and if he had any personal opinion at all of his master's guests, it was hidden behind a face of such absolute lack of expression that it is to be greatly doubted whether they looked upon him as a human being, or a bit of rather unusually perfect mechanism, invented for their express convenience.
In most circles of this sort, a close observer will notice that there is usually some one man, who seems to be elected by unanimous vote, to pay all the bills, and in this case Mrs. Harlan was not at all surprised to discover that when Dick grew tired of throwing away his father's money, and retired rather sulkily to a distant window seat, the game languished, and after a moment's puny struggle, died of inanition.
"You're a fine bunch of pikers," the lady observed, with that nice choice of the vernacular which constituted one of her chief social charms. "There isn't sporting blood enough in the whole crowd of you to drown a medium-sized flea."
[Illustration: LOLA ACCEPTS THE CHAPERONAGE OF MRS. HARLAN.]
"I'm sick of the game, Madge," responded Dick moodily, "and I guess I'm off my feed to-night. I feel rotten! You folks start a poker game, if you want to, I'm going to sit around for a while."
"He's in love, that's the matter with him," said one of the girls. "It's that pretty little blond he's been rushing lately. What's the trouble, Dick, did she pass you up?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dick answered, rather a nasty look coming into his eyes. "You're all right, Nellie, but you spend so much of your time talking that you never seem to say anything."
"Better let up on him, folks," Mrs. Harlan observed mildly. "Dick knows what he is about, and it's still pretty good dope to learn to mind your own business."
Conversations started along these lines have, in society of this elevated description, been known to break up the party, occasionally known to have led to the breaking of more tangible things, but a sharp ring at the bell interrupted them, and Brooks left the room quietly to admit the late visitor.