"Well," he asked, "how is it going?"
"It seems all right," she told him, with one of her engaging smiles. "I
was surprised that you talked so long to Mina Raff; I had the idea you
didn't like her." Women, he reflected, were uncanny. "Three women are
just plastered up in the dressing-room," she continued; "Sophie Tane
ruined her dress completely, and Crystal Willard has been sobbing for
an hour. Lee, there are horrid bruises on her arm--do you think he is
brutal?"
He told her not to bother about the Willards, and then rose to get a
chair for Claire Morris. "Peyton is simply fascinated," Claire asserted
lightly. "This Mina ought to have something handsome for giving him
such a splendid time. She is a lovely wench, Lee."
"You have it over her like a tent, Claire," he insisted; "you're lovely
and human both."
"Thank you, darling; I'm human, fast enough, now that the drink is
dying. I believe for the first time in my life I am ready to leave a
dance before the last flourish of the music. Fanny, we are getting
older; it's hideous but so. We're getting on, but our young men are
gayer every day."
Fanny Randon's smile, her expression, were secure.
This made Lee restive, and, patting her hand, he left to dance with
Alice Lucian. "When this is over," she informed him, "we'll get Anette
and George, and go out to my car. There is a Thermos bottle of
cocktails hidden under the seat.
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