"Not till daylight. It's the last big fixture of the social season, and ordinarily they keep it up till sunrise."
"It'll be still going, then?"
"Strong. They'll be in full swing, now, of after-supper dancing."
"That settles it: I'm going."
The boy lifted on his elbow in amaze, then subsided with a grunt of pain.
"You're going?"
"You say you've got a costume of some sort here? I'll borrow it. We're much of a size."
"Heaven knows you're welcome, but—"
"But what?"
"You have no invitation."