Bill came up smiling. "It looks as though your protégé is doing well in all fields of endeavor, Kane. Right now he's fighting the battle of Amazonia."
Tony growled again. "Don't you call my wife an Amazon!"
Bill laughed. "I meant mine. Come on, let's haunt the bar where we can excel in our own fields."
The lightness of the talk was doing Maynard a world of good. There was nothing said at all; nothing of the slightest importance. It was all done by inference and by double-talk, and each of the women seemed to be doing her best to entice him. In the back of Maynard's mind something kept telling him that it was all sort of silly; that he had nothing in common with these frivolous women, but the fore portion of his mind enjoyed it.
And the stiffness went out of him, and absently he began to look over their heads for Laura Greggor. When he saw her arrive, he wondered how he should greet her, but she took the problem in her own way and came over to the group.
"Hello, Guy," she said, offering him her hand.
"I'm glad to see you," he told her.
One of the other women smiled wryly. "An eligible, girls. That's about all, now."
"We've experience," returned another. "And what has she got that we haven't?"