"We have a great deal of ground to go over."
"I'll allow you plenty of time--but a little later. There is a small
matter to be set straight. 'Twill take but a few moments."
"It's undoubtedly either business or politics, sir," declared Lana, with a
fine assumption of parliamentary dignity. "But I have the floor for
concerns of my own, and I'll not cede any of my time."
"It is hardly business or politics," returned the Senator, gravely. "It
concerns a matter of courtesy between guests in my home, and I'm anxious
to have the thing straightened out at once. I beg of you, Stewart!"
The mayor rose promptly.
"I suppose I must consider it a question of privilege and yield,"
consented Lana, still carrying on her little play of procedure. "But do I
have your solemn promise, Senator Corson, that this gentleman will be
returned to me by you at the earliest possible moment?"
"I promise."
"And I want your promise that you will hurry back," said the girl,
addressing Stewart. "I'll wait right here!"
"But, Lana, remember your duties to our guests," protested her father.
"I have been fulfilling them ever since the reception-line was formed."
She waved her hand to draw their attention to the distant music.
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