"Before that," said Miss Archer. "She＇s coming down to dinner—at eight o＇clock. Don＇t you forget a quarter to seven," she added, turning with a smile to Ralph.
"What＇s to happen at a quarter to seven?"
"I＇m to see my mother," said Ralph.
"Ah, happy boy!" the old man commented. "You must sit down—you must have some tea," he observed to his wife＇s niece.
"They gave me some tea in my room the moment I got there," this young lady answered. "I＇m sorry you＇re out of health," she added, resting her eyes upon her venerable host.