Taleverna

"I will. I shall not pretend any more. I'd rather lunch with you than be President of this Republic." The butler pro tem. seated her. "You see," she said, "a place had already been laid for you." And with the faintest trace of malice in her voice: "Perhaps your butler had his orders to lay two covers. Had he?" "From me?" he protested, reddening. "You don't suspect _me_, do you?" she asked, adorably mischievous. Then glancing over the masses of flowers in the center and at the corners of the lace cloth: "This is del…