“Not exactly. But I meant them.”
He looked up at her admiringly. He was only a year from college, and he had been rather arbitrarily limited to the debutantes. He found, therefore, something rather flattering in the attention he was receiving from a girl who had been out five years, and who was easily the most popular young woman in the gayer set. It gave him a sense of maturity Since the night before he had been rankling under a sense of youth.
“Was I pretty awful last night?” he asked.
“You were very interesting. And—I imagine—rather indiscreet.”
“Fine! What did I say?”
“You boasted, my dear young friend.”
“Great Scott! I must have been awful.”
“About the new war contracts.”
“Oh, business!”
“But I found it very interesting. You know, I like business. And I like big figures. Poor people always do. Has it really gone through? I mean, those things do slip up sometimes, don't they.