"Yes at that moment I did," said his host indifferently; "but it applies to every one—you and me included," and he steadied himself for a massè.
"You know the Chamberlains well enough to—happen in?" asked Porshinger presently.
"Want to meet the statuesque beauty—hey?" Woodside laughed.
Porshinger nodded.
"She does rather appeal to one," Woodside confessed. "If I weren't married, I think I would take a flyer myself."
"Don't let that stop you—marriage is no disqualification with her; she's proven it."
"She has proven it once—she will be mighty careful not to let it happen again," said Woodside.
"To the extent of running away, yes," Porshinger sneered. "Otherwise she is but wiser in the savoir faire, so to speak."
"That is a damn cynical way of looking at it, Porshinger!"
"You're welcome to your view, my friend," the other shrugged.