arm. "An admirable answer that of yours," he murmured as he led her from
the room, "admirable snub to her perfectly unwarranted attack on you and
your friends."

"Of course you realize that she doesn't know any of the people I know,"
said Mrs. Baxter. "Why should she begin to abuse them?"

Mr. Wilsey laughed, and shook his finger.

"Just because she doesn't know them. That, I'm afraid, is the rub. That's
what I usually find lies behind the socialism of socialists--the sense of
being excluded. This poor lady has evidently very little _usage du
monde_. It is her pitiful little protest, dear Madam, against your charm,
your background, your grand manner."

They sank upon an ample sofa near the fire, and though the other end of
the large room was chilly, Lanley and Mrs. Wayne moved thither with a
common impulse.

Mrs. Wayne turned almost tearfully to Lanley.

"I'm so sorry I've spoiled your party," she said.

"You've done much worse than that," he returned gravely.

"O Mr. Lanley," she wailed, "what have I done?"

"You've spoiled a friendship."

"Between you and me?"

He shook his head.

"Between them and me. I never heard people talk such nonsense, and yet
I've been hearing people talk like that all my life, and have never taken
it in. Mrs. Wayne, I want you to tell me something frankly--"

"Oh, I'm so terrible when I'm frank," she said.

"Do I talk like that?"

She looked at him and looked away again.

"Good God! you think I do!"

"No, you don't talk like that often, but I think you feel that way a
good deal."

"I don't want to," he answered. "I'm sixty-four, but I don't ever want to
talk like Wilsey. Won't you stop me whenever I do?"

Mrs. Wayne sighed.

"It will make you angry."

"And if it does?"

"I hate to make people angry. I was distressed that evening on the pier."

He looked up, startled.

"I suppose I talked like Wilsey that night?"

"You said you might be old-fashioned but--"

"Don't, please, tell me what I said, Mrs. Wayne." He went on more
seriously: "I've got to an age when I can't expect great happiness from
life--just a continuance of fairly satisfactory outside conditions; but
since I've known you, I've felt a lightening, a brightening, an
intensifying of my own inner life that I believe comes as near happiness
as anything I've ever felt, and I don't want to lose it on account of a
reactionary old couple like that on the sofa over there."

He dreaded being left alone wi