“Hello!” said Amory, blinking.
“I like you,” she announced tenderly.
“I like you too.”
He noticed that there was a noisy man in the background and that one of his party was arguing with him.
“Fella I was with’s a damn fool,” confided the blue-eyed woman. “I hate him. I want to go home with you.”
“You drunk?” queried Amory with intense wisdom.
She nodded coyly.
“Go home with him,” he advised gravely. “He brought you.”
At this point the noisy man in the background broke away from his detainers and approached.
“Say!” he said fiercely. “I brought this girl out here and you’re butting in!”