“I don’t think I care to go in there,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Think of the class of people we are sure to find there.”
Frank laughed.
“My dear boy,” he said, “that is the very reason why I wish to go in. It’s life, and I like to study life wherever I find it.”
Still Jack hesitated.
“Think of the rabble,” he said. “If we go there, we put ourselves on a level with that crowd.”
“Not necessarily. We can drop in and look on. We need not dance. I am going, whether you do or not.”
“Oh! well, I shall stand by you, Merry; but something tells me we had better keep out of that place.”
Laughing at this, Frank linked his arm with Jack’s, and they climbed the stairs to the hall, paid the price of admission, and went in.