Chapter IX

The maid came wonderingly, and took up the pack. “Why, Miss Tasha,” she said, examining them, “they are the same ones you always—” “I know—take them away!” “Shall I send out for others?” “No! I do not wish to smoke now. What time is it? Are we dining at home?” Tasha sat up and gathered a handful of her mail to examine it. “Dinner is ordered. I fancy Mrs. Endicott is expecting to be at home,” said Marie, stooping to pick up the offending cigarette. “Has Mr. Clancy gone yet?” “I’m not sure. I think he is still there.…