'That is very unkind of you, when I recall vividly that you had a pink dress.' 'Oh, I remember that dress--you looked lovely in it!' Mrs. Mavis broke out. 'You must get another just like it--on the other side.' 'Yes, your daughter looked charming in it,' said Jasper Nettlepoint. Then he added, to the girl--'Yet you mentioned my name to your mother.' 'It came back to me--seeing you here. I had no idea this was your home.' 'Well, I confess it isn't, much. Oh, there are some drinks!' Jasper went on, approaching the tray and its glasses. 'Indeed there are and quite delicious,' Mrs. Mavis declared. 'Won't you have another then?--a pink one, like your daughter's gown.' 'With pleasure, sir. Oh, do see them over,' Mrs. Mavis continued, accepting from the young man's hand a third tumbler. 'My mother and that gentleman? Surely they can take care of themselves,' said Jasper Nettlepoint. 'But my daughter--she has a claim as an old friend.' 'Jasper, what does your telegram say?' his mother interposed. He gave no heed to her question: he stood there with his glass in his hand, looking from Mrs. Mavis to Miss Grace. 'Ah, leave her to me, madam; I'm quite competent,' I said to Mrs. Mavis. Then the young man looked at me. The next minute he asked of the young lady--'Do you mean you are going to Europe?' 'Yes, to-morrow; in the same ship as your mother.' 'That's what we've come here for, to see all about it,' said Mrs. Mavis. 'My son, take pity on me and tell me what light your telegram throws,' Mrs. Nettlepoint went on. 'I will, dearest, when I've quenched my thirst.' And Jasper slowly drained his glass. 'Well, you're worse than Gracie,' Mrs. Mavis commented. 'She was first one thing and then the other--but only about up to three o'clock yesterday.'