"Don't you like this better than that smoky, incense-smelly atmosphere of the Studio?" Farnsworth said to Patty, as they walked through the stately figures of the dance.
"This is a home of wealth and grandeur," said Patty, "but wealth and grandeur are not the most desirable things in the world."
"What are?"
"Brains and——"
"Yes, brains and breeding. But your high-browed, lowbred——"
"Billee, I've stood a lot from you tonight; now, I refuse to stand any more. You will please stop saying things that you know offend me."
"Forgive me, Patty, I forgot myself."
"Then it's forgive and forget between us. I'll do the forgiving because you did the forgetting. But I've forgiven you all I'm going to. So don't make any more necessary."
"I'll try not to," and then the subject of the earlier evening was not mentioned again.
The dance concluded, Farnsworth stood for a moment, still holding Patty's hand after their last sweeping curtsey, and he said, "Will you be my supper partner, too? Please do."