"
"I am both well and older," said May cheerfully. "Think of my
responsibilities! There's the baby! And then Alexander's been seedy. And
we aren't as rich as we should like to be; you of all people must know
that. And there's going to be an election and our seat's very shaky. So
the cares of the world are on me."
"Sandro's been doing well."
"Splendidly, simply splendidly. It's impossible to doubt that he'll do
great things if--if all goes well, and he doesn't make mistakes."
"Seems like making mistakes, does he?"
"Oh, no. I only said 'if.'"
"And you're as happy as you expected to be?"
"Quite, thanks."
"I see. Just about," was Miss Quisante's next observation; since it was a
little hard to answer, May smiled and rang the bell for tea.
"You're very gay, I suppose?" asked the old lady.
"Just as many parties as I can find gowns for," May declared.
"Seen anything of the Benyons lately?"
A little shadow came on May's face. "I hardly ever see Jimmy except at
mother's," she answered. "Dick comes sometimes." She paused a moment, and
then added, "I expect him this afternoon.
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