"Take me to tea somewhere!"
"A little run in the country?"
"I don't care!"
He put her into his automobile with an eagerness she did not notice, so delighted was she by the sense of escape from mediocrity which the elegance and ease of the car brought her. He considered a moment, and then, with a word to his chauffeur, followed her.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought it would be something different to run down a way toward Coney Island."
"I don't care."
"Blue?"
She nodded, her head turned to the flying shops, the cross streets, and the maze of traffic at her side. He put out his hand to take hers, but she stopped him with a warning finger.
"None of that, Mr. Sassoon!"