Irene looked at her in perplexity.
"You're usually the one to get all you can out of a fellow. And it was your turn to ask to-night."
"I like Maurice," Jenny replied. "And what's more, I think I shall like him again to-morrow."
The afternoon arrived. Jenny and Irene, walking down Shaftesbury Avenue, perceived Maurice gazing at the photographs outside the Palace.
"There he is," cried Jenny.
Avery turned round.
"You are punctual," he exclaimed.
Tea, at whatever tea-shop they drank it, was dull. The acquaintance did not seem to advance.
When it was time for the girls to go into the theater, Maurice said desperately:
"Could I drive you—both home to-night?"