"The West," said Susan.
"Well, the men in your particular corner out yonder must be a pretty poor lot to have let you leave. I spotted you for mine the minute I saw you—Susan. I hope you're not as quiet as your name. Another cocktail?"
"Thanks."
"Like to drink?"
"I'm going to do more of it hereafter."
"Been laying low for a while—eh?"
"Very low," said Susan. Her eyes were sparkling now; the cocktail had begun to stir her long languid blood.
"Live with your family?"
"I haven't any. I'm free."
"On the stage?"