"'Ain't I told you not to open the door for me, George? I don't need no black hand reaching back here to turn the handle for me. That don't make up for bad driving. Black hands off."
"Jerry!"
They alighted with an uncramping and unbending of limbs.
"How'd some Lynnhavens taste to you for a starter, Peachy?"
"Fine, whatever they are."
A liveried attendant bowed them up the steps.
A woman in blue velvet, her white arms bare to the shoulder and stars in her hair, paused in the doorway to drop her cloak. Her heavy perfume drifted out to meet them.
Sadie Barnet's clutch of her companion's arm quickened and her thoughts ran forward.
"Jerry—gee! wouldn't I look swell in—in a dress like that? Gee! Jerry, stars and all!"
The cords in the muscles of his arm rose under her fingers.