“She is tired,” said Dick. “It’s too bad. With the babies and the maids and Christmas.”
“It’s making her cross,” said Gerald. “She called me down to-night. Didn’t like the way I was dancing.”
“Cecily really doesn’t care for going out much. She doesn’t like all the jazz stuff.” Dick’s smile was one of tolerance as he said it.
“Well, I wouldn’t let Cecily get to be a prig.” Gerald was, in intention, very worldly and broadminded.
“Oh, she’s not that,” said Dick.
“Not at all that!” Matthew interrupted. “Cecily is vastly superior to all this rabble and their doings. Do you really like this stuff yourself, Dick?”
“It’s sort of fun, but I’m off it for to-night. That’s sure. No, I’m going to have one more foxtrot with Fliss. She’s showing me how to get in an extra step.”
He stole Fliss from her partner. Matthew was alone again.
“Have a good time, Fliss?” asked her husband, unlocking their front door.
“Lots of fun,” said Fliss.