Isabel flushed faintly and bit her lips.  To relieve an awkward pause, Madame Francesca asked Allison to play something.

“Yes,” said Romeo, “go on and play.”  He meant to be particularly courteous, but his tone merely indicated that he would not be seriously annoyed by music.

As the first strains came from the piano and violin, Romeo established himself upon the couch beside Isabel, and, in a low, guarded tone, began to talk automobile.  Isabel was so much interested that she wholly forgot Aunt Francesca’s old-fashioned ideas about interrupting a player, and the conversation became animated.

Both Rose and Allison had too much good sense to be annoyed, but occasionally, until the last chord, they exchanged glances of amusement.  When they stopped, Isabel was saying:  “Your suits must be just lovely.”

Romeo turned with a lordly wave of the hand.  “You don’t need to stop.  Go on!”

“How can you expect us to play properly?” inquired Rose, tactfully, “when you’re talking about automobiles?  We’d much rather listen to you.”

“Begin over again, won’t you?” asked Allison.  He added, with a trace of sarcasm wholly lost upon Romeo:  “We’ve missed a good deal of it.”

Thus encouraged, Romeo began again, thoughtfully allowing Isabel the credit of the original suggestion.  He dwelt at length upon the fine points involved in the construction of “The Yellow Peril,” described the brown leather and the specially designed costumes, and was almost carried away by enthusiasm when he pictured the triumphant progress of the yellow car, followed by twenty dogs in appropriate collars.

“Can you,” he inquired of Allison, “think of anything more like a celebration that we could do for Uncle?”

“No,” replied Allison, choking back a laugh, “unless you went out at night, too, and had fireworks.”

Romeo’s expressive face indicated displeasure.  “Uncle was such a good man,” he said, in a tone of quiet rebuke, “that I don’t believe it would be appropriate.”

Allison coughed and Colonel Kent hastily went to the window.  Madame hid her face for an instant behind her fan and Isabel laughed openly.  “I’m sure he was,” said Rose, quickly.  “Can you remember him at all?”

“No,” Romeo responded, “we’ve never seen him, but he was a brick all the same.”

“Are you going to run the car yourself?” queried Rose.

“Of course.  Some day I’ll take you out,” he suggested, kindly, then turned to Isabel and played his highest trump.  “Juliet said something about asking you to go with us the second time we went out.  Of course it’s her place to do it.”

“I’d love to go,” murmured Isabel.

“She’ll ask you when you come out to return her call,” Romeo continued.

“I’ve been meaning to come, but I’ve been waiting for good roads.”

“When you come,” he answered, “don’t say anything about my having been here.  It might make her feel bad to think I went out calling and left her asleep.”