She rose from table in order to interrupt it, observing that Durland needn't worry, as now they were all going to be made perfect. Pearl on the whole felt encouraged. Augusta, with all her efficiency, could not have swung this job, she thought. It required a solid, almost irrational good temper, which Augusta did not possess. Mrs. Conway would have rendered Augusta acid and powerless in one evening. Pearl was not so efficient in certain ways, but she had good temper and a robust will. She and Durland went into the sitting room while Mrs. Conway was getting Dolly off to her bridge party. Durland did what, alas, men have been doing for many centuries--he attempted to impress the object of his affection by doing one of the things most certain to alienate her. He stood before her, lighting a cigarette, shaking the match deliberately in the air, his legs rather wide apart. Pearl, who had sunk into a nice deep chair, sprang up and put her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, don't smoke," she said. Hundreds of women had said that to him. Even the lovely Caroline Temple--his former love--had said that her parents had forbidden her to have him at the house on account of his smoking; such a bad example. "Caroline," he had said quietly, "I simply do openly what all the others do secretly." He had not wavered about it. Neither had her parents. He and Caroline met at the tennis club and at the beach--no longer at her house. But he had never thought of changing his habits. His cigarette was to him what a car is to a theatrical star--a symbol of greatness. He was firm now, even under the pleading of a new idol. "I'm afraid I can't give it up," he said. "I'm afraid it has too much of a grip on me for that." He frowned as one who, looking inward, saw nothing but vice and ruin. He was disappointed to find that she just let it drop--as if she were not vitally interested in saving him. But before he had time to commit the natural mistake of asking her why she did not rescue him from his worse self, his mother came back into the room. Her first words were, "Do you think that a good picture of my brother?" Something mocking and teasing in her tone unnerved Pearl a little; so that instead of following the direction of Mrs. Conway's eyes she said rather wildly, "Where?" Durland came to her rescue by politely giving her a large silver frame in which was the photograph of a man she was prepared to admire, and so she did admire him--so much that something tense was apparent as she gazed into those China-blue eyes, which looked--if one had not had private information--as if they were brown.