"How is his new reverence?"
Her mouth twisted piquantly. "Mushy.... Nice boy, though. Coming by to-morrow?"
"Between three and four."
"So long.... Good night, Mr. Mine Superintendent."
Pelham convoyed her to the steps, doubly unwilling to let her go, as he reflected on her fresh charm, and the blind alley of the other woman's amorousness. "I enjoyed our talk, Miss Lauderdale. Could the course continue?"
"I'm always glad to have a human being to talk to. I'm staying with the Andersons; the number's in the phone book."
Thoughtfully he returned to the porch, and a cretonned wicker chair, ignoring the message of the partly-occupied couch.
Inquisitive gray eyes watched him. "Do you like her?"
"Oh, so-so. She seems intelligent."
"Men never do like Jeanne," she assured him, with a complacent rippling gesture of her flounced body. "She's a dear, but too dreadfully serious. Doesn't like dancing, and all——" waving vaguely in the direction of the club.