“Oh, Winthrop, I’m so glad you’ve come!” Laine stooped and kissed his sister.  “And going out to prove it.”  In a gown of clinging silver over soft satin she was very lovely, and as he held her off he looked at her critically.  “That is a pretty dress you have on, but there isn’t enough of it.  What on earth did you make me come for if you’re going out?  When a man is my age he is privileged to stay at home and enjoy himself, not—­”

Mrs. Channing Warrick stopped the buttoning of her long white gloves and looked up in her brother’s face.  “Do you enjoy yourself when you stay at home?”

“I enjoy myself much more at home than in other people’s houses.  Where are you going to-night?”

“To the Warings.  There’ll be cards after dinner.  I suppose you declined.”

“I wasn’t invited.”

“Hilda wanted you, but knew it was useless.”  Again the big blue eyes were raised to her brother’s.  “What makes you so horrid, Winthrop?  If you go on ignoring people as you do—­”

“I’ll have to have paid pall-bearers at my funeral, won’t I?  Not a bad idea.  Well, why this summons to-night?”

Mrs. Warrick pressed the last button of her glove securely, eased her skirt over her hips, and sat down carefully.  “To ask you to do something for me,” she said.  “Channing won’t be back until to-morrow, and there is no one to meet her except Decker if you don’t.  Outside of an automobile Decker has no sense and—­”

“Meet whom?” Laine flicked the ashes from his cigar into the grate.  “Who is it you want me to meet?”

“Claudia Keith.  She is a cousin of Channing’s and lives somewhere in Virginia on the Rappahannock River, miles from a railroad, and has never been to New York alone before.  I thought I had told you she was coming, but I see you so seldom lately that I forget what I tell you and what I don’t.  The children think it’s inhuman.  After a while you won’t know how to behave in company, and what will your old books and your money matter if—­”

“By and by nothing will matter, my dear, but Decker’s honk will be heard before I understand what you’re getting at, if you don’t hurry.  What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to meet the nine-fifteen train from the South and—­”

“Pick out an unknown person and bring her to a hostless house?  I wish I was as nice as you think I am, dear madam, but I’m not.  I suppose you also want me to apologize to your guest for your absence from home, tell her a pretty fairy tale and say—­”

“If you’d say the right thing I’d like you to make up something, but you wouldn’t.  I certainly have no idea of breaking an engagement, however, just to be home when a country cousin of Channing’s arrives.  Being such an out-of-the-world sort of person she may think it is strange, so please tell her—­”

“I’ll tell her nothing.”  Laine lighted a fresh cigar.  “I’m going home.”