Beneath his heavy mustache Paul bit his lip.
“In three days,” he answered.
“True? You will come with me?” enquired Steinmetz, under cover of the clashing music.
“Of course.”
Steinmetz looked at him curiously. He glanced toward Etta, but he said nothing.
CHAPTER VIII — SAFE!
The season wore on to its perihelion—a period, the scientific books advise us, of the highest clang and crash of speed and whirl, of the greatest brilliancy and deepest glow of a planet’s existence. The business of life, the pursuit of pleasure, and the scientific demolition of our common enemy, Time, received all the care which such matters require.
Dibutantes bloomed and were duly culled by aged connoisseurs of such wares, or by youthful aspirants with the means to pay the piper in the form of a handsome settlement. The usual number of young persons of the gentler sex entered the lists of life, with the mistaken notion that it is love that makes the world go round, to ride away from the joust wiser and sadder women.