"More than ever got inside _that_ house," Dolly said, despondently,
"but, as much as they like me and think I know what I'm talking about
as a general rule, they won't be on my side of _this_ argument. They
think woman's suffrage originated in the bad place. They will think
I'm plumb crazy, but I can't help it. I understand that a lawyer
doesn't have actually to believe in his side of a question--he simply
makes as big a display of the evidence as he can muster up. Warren
Wilks and the other men are tickled to death over the fun they are
going to have with me to-night."

"I wouldn't miss it for any amount of money," Mostyn said, winking at
the contented smoker on his right.

"I wouldn't, nuther," Webb chuckled. "Warren Wilks is a funny duck on
the platform, an' he don't let a chance slip to git a joke on Dolly.
She has downed him several times, but I reckon he'll swat 'er good an'
heavy to-night."

"Well, I'll certainly have nothing to say if I stand here listening to
you two," Dolly said, with a smile. "I'm going to my room to try to
think up something. I'm awfully tired, anyway. I was at Barnett's till
twelve o'clock last night."

"How is Robby?" Mostyn asked.

"He is out of danger," Dolly answered, as she turned away. "The doctor
told me to-day that the child had had a narrow escape. A week ago he
gave him up, and was surprised when he saw him doing so well
yesterday."