"He's giving me a party after the dance, sort of a gratitude affair. A delicate way to acknowledge a debt, eh?"
She saw that his hand shook as he lit a fresh cigarettes, and the strangeness of his tone made her wonder. "You know very well it is Runnels' doing," she said.
"Oh, there are six of them in it altogether, but Anthony originated the little surprise. It's intended for you, of course."
"I don't see it. Are you going?"
"I accepted."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Bah! They won't give it," he said, harshly.
"And why not? I think it is rather nice of those chaps. Of course,
Runnels would like to ingratiate himself with you—"
"Funny spectacle, eh? Me the guest of—Anthony!"
There was a trace of anxiety in her voice as she answered, and, though she spoke carelessly, she did not meet his eyes.