"He's shouldered his way to Win - he's shaking hands and
trying not to look hot. Hi! Pauline's sighted him already.
She's making for him like the arrow to the target."

"Or the bullet for the hippopotamus," suggested Macauley under
his breath in Chester's ear. He, too, began to reconnoiter.

"He's asking her if she saved the first one for him, and she's
telling him she did till the last minute. Her card is full
now, but he shall have the last half of this next one.
Doesn't he look overjoyed?" Chester chuckled wickedly.

"Where's Ellen? Why isn't she on deck now just as Red comes?"
Macauley began to fume. "She's behaved nobly all the evening
so far - she might have a rational being how for a partner as
her reward. But I presume she's sitting out somewhere with
that chump of a Wardlaw - he follows her like a shadow and
she's too kindhearted to shake him. She's - "

A voice speaking softly from the lawn below the porch
interrupted him. "Is Doctor Burns urns here?" it asked.

Chester went over to the rail. "He's only just come, you
know, Miss Mathewson. You don't have to call him out this
minute, do you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chester, but I'm afraid I must. The call is
very urgent."