Piper.
"Really, Sargent--" said Mrs. Severance comfortably. Then she turned her
head and made what Oliver was always to consider her most perfect remark.
"You must think us very queer people indeed, Mr. Crowe?" she said smiling
questionmgly up at him.
Oliver's smile in answer held relief beyond words. It wasn't the ordinary
cosmos again--quite yet--but at least from now on he felt perfectly sure
that no matter how irregular anyone's actions might become, in speech at
least, every last least one of the social conventions would be scrupulously
observed.
"I think--if you could help me, Sargent--" said Mrs. Severance delicately.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," from Mr. Piper very eagerly and with Oliver's and his
assistance Mrs. Severance's invalid form was aided into a deep chair.
"And I think, now," she went on, "that if I could have just a little--" She
let the implication float in the air like a pretty bubble. "Perhaps--it
might help us all--"
"Oh _certainly,_ dear," from Mr. Piper. "I--"
"In the kitchen, you said, Mr. Piper. And you must let _me,"_ from Oliver
with complete decision.
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