Beiner waved his cigar grandiloquently.
"Bein' kind to pretty fillies is the best thing I do. What can I do for you?"
"Mademoiselle"—Clancy painfully articulated each syllable of the French word according to the best pronunciation taught in the Zenith High School—"Fanchon DeLisle gave me a card to you."
Beiner nodded.
"Oh, yes. How is Fanchon? How'd you happen to meet her?"
"In my home town in Maine," answered Clancy. "She was ill with the 'flu,' and we got right well acquainted. She told me that you'd get me into the movies."
Beiner eyed her appraisingly.
"Well, I've done stranger things than that," he chuckled. "What's your name, dearie?"
Clancy had read quite a bit of New York, of Broadway. Also, she had had an experience in the free-and-easy familiarity of Broadway's folk last night. Although she colored again at the "dearie," she did not resent it in speech.
"Florine Ladue," she replied.