“I’m going over to Nell’s,” she told him. “She’s giving a little dinner.”
Howard flung down his paper and scowled.
“What’s your idea?” he demanded.
“My idea?”
“In lying to me?”
“Why—why Howard—what do you mean?”
“I know you’re not going to Nell’s,” he sneered, “because I have an engagement to take her to dinner and a show.”
For a moment Elinor paled. “Heavens, what an escape,” she laughed, “suppose mother had been here. You won’t give me away, will you, Howard?”
“Why should I bother to say anything.” He shrugged. “Only I would like to know where you’re going that you have to be so secret about it.”
“As long as you’re such a good sport about it, I’ll tell you,” Elinor confided in a low and confidential tone, her glance flung hurriedly toward the door. “It’s Templeton Druid’s birthday, and he’s giving a little dinner in his apartment after the show. It’s going to be a jolly little affair and I so wanted to go. I knew I could never get out that late, so I’m going to spend the evening with Rosebud Greely and leave there in time to go to Templeton’s. I told mother I was going to Nell’s, because she likes her the best of all my girl friends.”