"But, Do, heavens! Give me a pointer; I'll never be able to say a word to a swell like that! What do you talk about?"
"Anything!" said Doré savagely. "What does he care what you talk about! Or any of them! Look him in the eyes, smile, flirt! Did you ever flirt with a butcher's boy?"
"Heavens! Dodo!"
"Well, I did! They're all the same!"
"What's happened?"
Doré shrugged her shoulders. But by the time they had drawn up in front of Tenafly's she had regained her calm in a dangerous coldness bent on mischief.
Sassoon came up softly, looking questions at this unexpected presentation of a third.
"I thought you would be more comfortable in public this way, instead of tête-à-tête," said Doré briefly, making the introduction. "You see how considerate I am!"
"Delighted, of course," said Sassoon, in his low unvarying tones. "Don't you think we'd be better up-stairs?"
"I said in the restaurant," answered Doré peremptorily.