Sawyer and Miss Chessman were
drunk from glasses filled with foaming champagne.
Then all adjourned to Aunt Ella's room and Uncle Robert's prime cigars
were offered to Sir Stuart and Quincy. But Aunt Ella had too much to say
to think of her cigarette. For an hour conversation was general;
everybody took part in it. The events of the past year, which were of so
great interest to all present, were gone over, and when conversation
lagged it was because everybody knew everything that everybody else
knew.
Quincy spent that night at his father's house. The next morning his
mother told him that the author had selected Christmas day on which to
be received by them at dinner, and that she was making unusual
preparations for that event.
"I wish I could invite a few friends to meet her that day," said Quincy.
"You may invite as many as you choose, Quincy, if you will promise to be
here yourself. You have been away from home so much the past year I
hardly anticipate the pleasure of your company on that day."
"Have no fear, mother," Quincy said. "I wish very much to meet the
author that father and you are so greatly pleased with.
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