Persiflage rose.
"Skylark, when I become more coherent I'll tell you how wonderful you are."
"Zoe dear, hadn't we better drive home?"
"Lark. Lark. I cannot go home now, Lilly. Let's have a lark!"
Suddenly Bruce caught her by the dancing hands.
"Let's celebrate."
"Let's!"
"We'll dine at Sherry's, dance at the Bilt—"
"Lovely! Lovely! I've never been to either!"
"No, no, Zoe. Please! Your grandparents at home. Besides, it's war time."