She drank down her champagne and nodded brightly. “Dear me it’s four o’clock....” “You have the proper wraps haven’t you?”
She nodded again.
“Splendid Fifi ... I say you are in form.” The Colonel’s cigarcolored face was unraveling in smiles. “Well, come along.”
She looked about her in a dazed way. “Didnt I come with somebody?”
“Quite unnecessary!”
In the hall they came upon the fair young man quietly vomiting into a firebucket under an artificial palm.
“Oh let’s leave him,” she said wrinkling up her nose.
“Quite unnecessary,” said the Colonel.
Emile brought their wraps. The redhaired girl had gone home.
“Look here, boy.” The Colonel waved his cane. “Call me a cab please.... Be sure the horse is decent and the driver is sober.”