Max, the instant she was gone, rose in his turn.
"I'm going to fool her," he said. "I'm going to graft her drink!"
He took the glass that his hostess had placed upon the table, poured more of the wine into it, replenished the glass of his now unresisting companion and sat down by her side, his arm stretched behind her.
Mary, with refreshed courage, broke the silence. She was feeling like a naughty child triumphantly successful in her naughtiness.
"Do you know, Max," she said, "I gave a jump when that bell rang? I thought for a minute they might be after us."
"Nix on that," chuckled Max. "They couldn't catch us if they tried. Here's to the runavays!"
They clinked glasses and drank.
"I guess," the young man pursued, "it was chust von of Rosie's boarders."
"Her boarders? Does she run a boarding-house?" There was a note of dignified scorn in Mary's climbing voice.
"Sure she keeps boarders."