"My name is Fanny Le Roy," said the brunette with a little pride.
"Dear me, what a beautiful name," said Schley. "Now girls, we'll take you for a little ride, but we can't take you very far for our mammas don't know we're out, and you must promise to be very good and get out when we tell you, and not ask for candy! Do we promise?"
Schley sat on the rear seat, chatting along, a girl on either side of him, while Troutman, facing about, added his badinage. It was not excruciatingly witty, and yet at times Stover, occupied with the driving, could not help bursting into a laugh at the sheer nonsense. It interested him as a spectator; it was a side of life he knew little of, for, his nature being sentimental, he was a little afraid of such women.
"What's our real names?" said Troutman in reply to a demand. "Do you really want to know? We'll send them to you. Of course we've met before. In New York, wasn't it, at the junior cotillion?"
"Sure I saw this fellow at the Hari-gori's ball," said Fanny, appealing to her companion.
"Sure you did."
"If you say so, all right," said Troutman, winking at Schley. "Fanny, you have beautiful eyes. Course you don't know it."
"You two are great jolliers, aren't you?" said Fanny, receiving the slap-stick compliment with pleasure.
"They think we're easy," said Muriel, with a look at Schley.
"I think the fellow that's driving is the best of the lot," said Fanny, with the usual method of attack.