“You refer to Percy?”

“Percy? Am I to be cut out by a youth named Percy?” he cried.

“You are—if you don’t look out.”

“Never! What can I do to reinstate meself?”

“You can’t expect me to think up ways.”

“What does Percy do?”

“Ask him.”

“Give me two dances to-night, and take a walk with me in the morning,” he demanded.

“I make no promises. You will have to take your chances”—airily.

Miss Devoe, on O’Leary’s other side, said audibly: