"Uh huh. Thanks for taking me up here. It reminds me of something nice, but I can't think of what."
"I know," Hall said. "The minute you get here for the first time you feel as if you've known this place all your life."
The waiter brought a pitcher of scarlet punch and two tall glasses to the table. Hall paid the check, and added a package of American cigarettes to his tip.
He filled the two glasses, tried a sip from his before handing one glass to the girl. "Let's see how this strikes you," he smiled.
"It's delicious!"
"Finish it and then try walking," Hall said, dryly.
"We'll try walking later." They finished the punch in the pitcher, and then Jerry looked at her face in a pocket mirror.
"Oh, Mr. Hall," she sighed. "It ate away what was left of my lipstick and I think it gave me a red nose and I suppose I should powder and paint but I won't."
"Madam," he said, "you are under the influence."
"I may be high, sir, but I'm not drunk."