He took off his hat, evidently a little nonplussed that she should know his name, and by now she was ready even to browbeat him a little should it be necessary.

“Yes, yes,” he answered, now much more confused than she, “my name is Jadwin.”

“I believe,” continued Laura steadily, “we were all to be in the same party tonight with the Cresslers. But they don’t seem to come, and we⁠—my sister and my aunt and I⁠—don’t know what to do.”

She saw that he was embarrassed, convinced, and the knowledge that she controlled the little situation, that she could command him, restored her all her equanimity.

“My name is Miss Dearborn,” she continued. “I believe you know my sister Page.”