No sooner had they left the room than Tootles advanced with a reproachful air.
“My dear girl—playing the game wrong—that’s not the clever way! Keep him guessing. Crude, very crude!”
“What does she throw herself at him that way for?” said Millie miserably.
“Whatever she does, don’t you make a scene,” said Tootles, still in his superior manner. “Don’t be such an idiot as to show your jealousy.”
“How about you?” said the girl rebelliously.
“How about me—what do you mean, how about me?”
“And Pansy?”
“Miss Pansy Hartmann is nothing in my life,” said Tootles, classically cold. “I admire her, but that is all.”
“Well, that’s a blessing—for I saw her yesterday lunching at Healy’s with that Portuguese lawyer!”