The Chinaman poured something light and sparkling into her glass from a bottle dressed in a napkin. Misgivings returned to her. She had heard of girls being drugged.
"You don't have to drink it," said the young man. "I had some served because dinner doesn't look like dinner without champagne. Still, after the thoroughly unhappy day you've put in, I think a mouthful or two would do you good."
She lifted the glass of champagne, smiled, drank, and choked. He laughed at her merrily.
All through dinner he kept lighting cigarettes and throwing them away. Between times he ate with great relish and heartiness.
Lila was in heaven. All her doubts and fears had vanished. She felt thoroughly at home, as if she had always been used to service and linen and silver and courtesy.
They had coffee, and then they strolled about in the moonlight, while the young man smoked a very long cigar.
He looked at his watch, and sighed. "Well, Miss," he said, "if we're to get you safe home to your mother!"
"I won't be a minute," she said.
"You know the way?"
She ran upstairs, and, having put on her hat, decided that it looked cheap and vulgar, and took it off again.