"Yes. Fast asleep, with his mouth open."
"I hope a fly crawls in," said the girl, vindictively; then, in an eager whisper: "Couldn't you manage to get past him? We'd have a lovely time here for a week."
Rilleau raised his voice in jealous protest.
"And leave me sitting on my throne? Never! I'm giving this box-party for you, Myra Nell."
"Oh, you could come, too."
"I respect the law," Norvin told her; but Lecompte continued to complain.
"I don't see what you're doing here at this time of day, anyhow, Blake,
Have you no business responsibilities?"
"I'm a member of the Contagion Club; I've a right to be here."
"We were discussing rice, old shoes, and orange blossoms when you interrupted," the languid Mr. Rilleau continued. "Frankly, speaking as a friend, I don't see anything in your conversation so far to interest a sick lady. Why don't you talk to the yellow-haired nurse?"
"I intend to."