"Your Danby," she would protest. "Whatever can you see in him? Long idiot!"
"My Danby's a gentleman," said Irene.
"Well, I think he looks terrible. Why, he wears his teeth outside."
Then Jenny, meeting Irene and her Danby in Leicester Square, beheld her friend in the childish costume.
"Oh, sight!" she called out.
"You are rude," said Irene.
"You're a very rude little girl," said Danby; "but will you come and have a drink with us?"
"No, thanks," said Jenny, and passed on coldly. That evening she attacked Irene in the dressing-room.
"To let a man make such a shocking sight of you!"
"He likes to see me in short skirts."