"All right. What's the matter with the Luxembourg?" answered young Haight.
"Luxembourg goes, then," assented Geary, and they turned about and started for the door. As they were passing out some one came running up behind them and took an arm of each: it was Vandover.
"Hello," cried Geary, delighted, "your girl shook you, didn't she?"
"Not a bit of it," answered Vandover. "Oh, but say, she is out of sight! Says her name is Grace Irving. No, she didn't shake me. I made a date with her for next Wednesday night. I didn't want to be seen around here with her, you know."
"Of course she will keep that date!" said Geary.
"Well, now, I think she will," protested Vandover.
"Well, come along," interrupted young Haight. "We'll all go down to the Luxembourg and have something cold and wet."
"Ah, make it the Imperial instead," objected Vandover. "We may find Flossie."
"Say," cried Geary, "can't you live without trailing around after some kind of petticoats?"
"You're right," admitted Vandover, "I can't," but he persuaded them to go to the Imperial for all that.