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Somebody might get stung. Are you sure, when he gets up to make that speech, that he won't be able to back it up?
{Chalmers}
No danger at all.
{Hubbard}
But there are hooks and crooks by which facts are sometimes obtained.
{Chalmers}
(Positively.) Knox has nothing to go on but suspicions and hints, and unfounded assertions from the yellow press.
(Man-servant enters, goes to tea-table, looks it over, and makes slight rearrangements.) (Lowering his voice.) He will make himself a laughing stock. His charges will turn into boomerangs. His speech will be like a sheet from a Sunday supplement, with not a fact to back it up. (Glances at Servant.) We'd better be getting out of here. They're going to have tea.
(The Servant, however, makes exit.) Come to the library and have a high-ball. (They pause as Hubbard speaks.)
{Hubbard}
(With quiet glee.) And to-morrow Ali Baba gets his.
{Chalmers}
Ali Baba?
{Hubbard}
That's what your wife calls him--Knox.
{Chalmers}
Oh, yes, I believe I've heard it before. It's about time he hanged himself, and now we've given him the rope.
{Hubbard}
(Sinking voice and becoming deprecatingly confidential. )
Oh, by the way, just a little friendly warning, Senator Chalmers. Not so fast and loose up New York way. That certain lady, not to be mentioned--there's gossip about it in the New York newspaper offices. Of course, all such stories are killed. But be discreet, be discreet If Gherst gets hold of it, he'll play it up against the Administration in all his papers.
(Chalmers, who throughout this speech is showing a growing resentment, is about to speak, when voices are heard without and he checks himself.)
(Enter. Mrs. Starkweather, rather flustered and imminently in danger of a collapse, followed by Connie Starkweather, fresh, radiant, and joyous.)
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(With appeal and relief.)
Oh----Tom!
(Chalmers takes her hand sympathetically and protectingly.)
{Connie}
(Who is an exuberant young woman, bursts forth.) Oh, brother-in-law! Such excitement! That's what's the matter with mother. We ran into a go-cart. Our chauffeur was not to blame. It was the woman's fault. She tried to cross just as we were turning the corner. But we hardly grazed it. Fortunately the baby was not hurt--only spilled. It was ridiculous. (Catching sight of Hubbard.) Oh, there you are, Mr. Hubbard. How de do.
(Steps half way to meet him and shakes hands with him.) (Mrs. Starkweather looks around helplessly for a chair, and Chalmers conducts her to one soothingly.)
{Mrs. Starkweather}
Oh, it was terrible! The little child might have been killed. And such persons love their babies, I know.
{Connie}
(To Chalmers.) Has father come? We were to pick him up here. Where's Madge?
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(Espying Hubbard, faintly.) Oh, there is Mr. Hubbard.
(Hubbard comes to her and shakes hands.) I simply can't get used to these rapid ways of modern life. The motor-car is the invention of the devil. Everything is too quick. When I was a girl, we lived sedately, decorously. There was time for meditation and repose. But in this age there is time for nothing. How Anthony keeps his head is more than I can understand. But, then, Anthony is a wonderful man.
{Hubbard}
I am sure Mr. Starkweather never lost his head in his life.
{Chalmers}
Unless when he was courting you, mother.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(A trifle grimly.) I'm not so sure about that.
{Connie}
(Imitating a grave, business-like enunciation.) Father probably conferred first with his associates, then turned the affair over for consideration by his corporation lawyers, and, when they reported no flaws, checked the first spare half hour in his notebook to ask mother if she would have him.
(They laugh.) And looked at his watch at least twice while he was proposing.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
Anthony was not so busy then as all that.
{Hubbard}
He hadn't yet taken up the job of running the United States.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
I'm sure I don't know what he is running, but he is a very busy man--business, politics, and madness; madness, politics, and business.
(She stops breathlessly and glances at tea-table.) Tea. I should like a cup of tea. Connie, I shall stay for a cup of tea, and then, if your father hasn't come, we'll go home. (To Chalmers.) Where is Tommy?
{Chalmers}
Out in the car with Madge.
(Glances at tea-table and consults watch.) She should be back now.
{Connie}
Mother, you mustn't stay long. I have to dress.
{Chalmers}
Oh, yes, that dinner.
(Yawns.) I wish I could loaf to-night.
{Connie}
(Explaining to Hubbard.) The Turkish Charge d'Affaires--I never can remember his name. But he's great fun--a positive joy. He's giving the dinner to the British Ambassador.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(Starting forward in her chair and listening intently.) There's Tommy, now.
(Voices of Margaret Chalmers and of Tommy heard from without. Hers is laughingly protesting, while Tommy's is gleefully insistent.) (Margaret and Tommy appear and pause just outside door, holding each other's hands, facing each other, too immersed in each other to be aware of the presence of those inside the room. Margaret and Tommy are in street costume.)
{Tommy} (Laughing.)
But mama.
{Margaret}
(Herself laughing, but shaking her head.) No. Tommy First--
{Margaret}
No; you must