the old rooms better, they say, and it’s so difficult to get them to work together at best. And now we shall have to work so hard—
“And the men think it’s just a joke, the lemonade and everything, and the room gave them such a wrong impression, and they don’t seem to want it, anyway. Tom Waters says he can’t abide sarsaparilla—”
“Great heavens!” the director broke in, “is it possible? A point on which Mr. Waters’s opinion coincides with mine? I have not lived in vain! But this is too much; I have not deserved—”
“Oh, don’t!” she begged. “There is more. When I corrected Annabel for what I had heard about her—her impertinent behavior, she said that Mrs. Underwood had never approved of the whole thing, and that if I had consulted her she would never have given her consent to your being here, and that I was dictatorial—I!”
