He's
in a great state of indignation over the fact that the blame was put
on Don. You see, it is all a fresh issue with them."
"I'd be perfectly furious with Don," declared Mrs. Sequin, "if he came
back and got into a quarrel with Lee. Margery will be sure to take his
part; she's always so silly about Don. If she were well enough I'd be
tempted to rush the wedding through before Christmas. But then, we
couldn't have it in the new house, and I have practically built that
first floor for the wedding. Everything depends on our having it
there."
"Everything depends on our having it somewhere!" said Mr. Sequin
grimly.
"Mrs. Queerington's cook, madam, wishes to speak to you," announced
the butler at the pantry door.
"Tell her to wait," said Mrs. Sequin without turning her head. "What
did you decide about the decorator's estimates, Basil?"
"Decide? What time have I to be considering decorations? Why can't you
attend to it?"
"Why, indeed? I only have to attend to the alterations on the bow
window, look at the new sketches for the garage, have a shampoo and
massage, lunch at the Weldems', take Fanchonette to the veterinary, be
fitted at three, and go to the Bartrums' at five.
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