"Anything!"
"If you'll take me to the swankiest night club in town tonight, I'll leave with, or without, a struggle—however you want it."
"Yes, yes, anything," said Marc quickly. He took her by the arm and led her past the line of girls. At the door he turned back to Julie.
"Will you select one and dismiss the others?"
"Of course." Julie kept her eyes on the models.
Quickly, she chose one of the girls, gave her the address of the photographer and sent the others away. After they had gone, she crossed to the window and stared intently at the city below her. She didn't move for several minutes. Presently, she turned and left the room. Julie wasn't the kind for crying.
"Isn't it heavenly," sighed Toffee as she surveyed the smart Spar Club. Marc's feeling was one of unmixed apprehension as he took into account the wayward gleam in her eye.
"Judging by the pagan display on the dance floor, I should say that this is about as unlike heaven as anything could be," he replied sourly.
"Well, anyway, the music is good."