Fancy opened her eyes very wide at him and let him have the full benefit of her stare. "Isn't this rather sudden? You're rushing it a little too fast, seems to me."
"Not for me. I'm sorry you can't keep up. You don't look slow."
Fancy turned to her engagement book.
"You must have known some pretty easy ones," she said sarcastically.
The snub did not silence him for long. He recrossed his legs, drummed on the brim of his hat, and began:
"Say, did you ever go to Carminetti's?"
"No, where is it?"
"Down on Davis Street. They have a pretty lively time there on Sunday nights. Everybody goes, you know—gay old crowd. They sing and everything. It's the only really Bohemian place in town now."
"I'm never hungry on Sundays," Fancy said coolly.
"Nor thirsty, either?"