“Make my d�but, don’t you know?”
“O, yes.”
“In New York. I have an aunt there. She knows all the best people, mother says.”
“What happens after you come out?”
“You get married if anybody will have you. If not, you sort of fade away and finally go into uplift work about your fourth season.”
“But of course, you’ll get married. I bet you’ll marry a millionaire.”
“I don’t know. Mother wants me to marry a broker. She says the big financial houses in New York are conducted by the very best people. But Gordon thinks I ought to marry a professional man—a doctor or something. He thinks brokers are vulgar. He says money isn’t everything.”
“What do you think?”
“I haven’t a thought to my name. All my thinking has been done for me since infancy. I don’t know what I want, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t get it if I did.… Come on. They’ve been dancing for ten minutes. If we stay here any longer it’ll be a scandal.”
She rose and started for the hall. He suddenly realized that his long-sought opportunity was slipping away from him. He caught her by the hand.