the wire a moment, and glanced up at his sister who was descending the
stairs with Eileen, dinner having at that instant been announced.

"Mrs. T. West Minster--flying signals of distress," he said, carefully
covering the transmitter as he spoke; "man overboard, and will I kindly
take a turn at the wheel?"

"What a shame!" said Eileen; "you are going to spoil the first home
dinner we have had together in weeks!"

"Tell her to get some yellow pup!" growled Austin, from above.

"As though anybody could get a yellow pup when they whistle," said Nina
hopelessly.

"That's true," nodded Selwyn; "I'm the original old dog Tray. Whistle,
and I come padding up. Ever faithful, you see."

And he uncovered the transmitter and explained to Mrs. T. West Minster
his absurd delight at being whistled at. Then he sent for a cab and
sauntered into the dining-room, where he was received with undisguised
hostility.

"She's been civil to me," he said; "_jeunesse oblige_, you know. And
that's why I--"

"There'll be a lot of débutantes there! What do you want to go for, you
cradle robber!" protested Austin--"a lot of water-bibbing, olive-eating,
talcum-powdered débutantes--"