"What do you mean?" said Doré blankly, shaking the water from the stems of Sassoon's orchids.
"Never saw so many flowers in my born life!"
"Many?... do you think so?" said Doré with the air of a marquise.
"Ouch!" said Gilday; "I got it!... I got it!"
"I think you came here to...."
Gilday flushed; apologies were not easy for him.
"What's the use of kicking up a tempest about a little bill of fifty?" he said sulkily. "You could take it as all the other girls do!"
"My dear Joe," said Doré, seizing her opportunity instantly, "other girls do, yes—the kind that I think you see entirely too much of. The trouble with you is, you are not man of the world enough to distinguish. That's the trouble of letting boys play around with me; they make mistakes—"
"Come, now," he broke in furiously, for she had touched him on the raw of his vanity.
Doré stopped his exclamations with an abrupt gesture, and picking from her purse a fifty-dollar bill, held it to him between two fingers.