"I had rather overlooked that possibility," said Oliver. "But lean on me—at least till you have finished Senator Jones."
"Thank you," said Willys, "I'll do so. But seriously speaking—"
"Forgive me!" Cornelia interposed, with a delightful wave of her hand flagging the onrush of the novelist's volubility. "Before Mr. Willys begins to speak seriously, suppose we adjourn to the library. You remember that Oliver is likely to lose his temper if I keep him too long at the table fiddling with cigarettes."
