“Not a great deal. I always thought it was rather a hardship to get into a dress suit, especially in hot weather,” and Jack smiled a little.
“Did you get an invitation to the dance over at the Blue Mountain Golf Club next Saturday?”
“No. None of us belongs over there, you know. How did you hear about it?”
“Why, Joe Sedley spoke about it. He said nearly all the best people around here went there.”
“Well, there are some nice people go there, but others are not so nice—in fact, the club is getting the reputation for being a little bit swift.”
“Mr. Sedley said it was the finest club anywhere around here. He said it was a great honor to belong to it.”
“Did he ask you to go to the dance with him, Ruth?” questioned Jack bluntly.
“Yes.”
There was a moment of awkward silence. It was on the tip of Jack’s tongue to say a number of things, but he did not utter a word.