thing that makes a man want to get dead drunk!"
"We could make a start," said Uncle Johnnie as a waiter passed by the summerhouse with a tray full of glasses of punch. "No, I don't want any of that vegetable soup. Go and get a bottle of champagne and two glasses."
"You couldn't stand it, either?"
"No, I couldn't."
"What's she doing it for, that's what I want toknow? That exquisite girl throwing herself away."
"What's the matter with the groom, aside from his getting married?"
"Well, he's so evidently just a typical business man."
"Good family, rich."
"That would mean less than nothing to Christabel."
"Ah?"
The waiter's black face appeared in the doorway, framed in dangling sprays of roses. "Yas-
