He turned a confident eye upon Eleanor, and even ventured to lay a plump detaining finger on her cool, slim wrist.
Eleanor rose instantly.
"I thought you were never coming!" she said impatiently over the stout man's head, "I've been ready to go for an hour!"
Down in the open square, under the clear cool stars, they looked at each other and laughed.
"Lead me to a bus!" cried Quin. "I want to ride on top of it where the wind can blow through my whiskers. My head feels like a joss-house!"
"Oh, but you were funny!" cried Eleanor. "I wish you could have seen your face when all those women swarmed around you. I was afraid you were going to jump out of the window! Did you ever feel anything so hot and stuffy as that room? And weren't they all silly and make-believe?"
Quin gave a mighty sigh of relief at being out of it.
"Is this the sort of thing you get let in for often?" he inquired, aghast.
"Oftener than I like. You see, all those people are Papa Claude's old friends, and he's been having a lovely time showing me off as he showed you off to-night."