"That's all right. It was a long time ago. Almost a year now. She was a good dancer, wasn't she?"
"Maria, oh, yes, she could dance. I wondered what became of her."
"I don't know that. I haven't heard from her at all. I think she's abroad."
"Have you seen our show?"
"No, I just happened to notice your picture in the Bulletin last Sunday."
"Did you? Wasn't that smart of you? I've got a part in this. Lines and everything. I sing a song. You know I don't sing it much. Just one verse and the chorus and then I dance it. The dance is all right."
Peter and Vonnie had been slowly walking away from the theatre towards Broadway while they carried on this discussion and when they reached the avenue Vonnie stopped.
"Are you going my way? I go up to a Hundred and Sixty-eighth street. Just a little this side of Albany."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I was wondering if maybe you wouldn't come out and have supper with me. I just happened to be going by the theatre and I stopped around and thought I might run into you."
"Listen," said Vonnie. "I'll have supper with you, but don't pull any more of that 'I just happened to be going by the theatre.' That's awful. You ought to say you've been planning to come and see me for a week and came all the way in from New Rochelle just special. You don't know anything about women, do you?"