"Well, I can realize that anyone could be jealous of you, but I can't imagine anyone being mean enough to give you a shiner like that—I'm terribly jealous of you, but I couldn't do that to you—let's get out of here—this is no place to talk—can't we go somewhere, just you and I?"
"Yes, my apartment—just you and I—Evelyn has passed out."
They arose from the booth—this once Harry took time to pay before they left. They strolled leisurely up the street to the hotel, which is only a few blocks away.
Pearl opened the door to the apartment, and Harry went in, his eyes wide in amazement at the loveliness of the place.
Evelyn, in the meantime, had aroused from her drunken stupor and had ordered some food, and was sitting on the divan eating it, when they came in.
"I thought you two would be here sooner or later. I sure have been on a good one tonight," said Evelyn, as they came in.
"Oh, Ev—I'm glad you came out of it—how do you feel?" asked Pearl, as she went over and felt of Evelyn's head. "Gee I'm glad you are eating something. What was the matter tonight that you passed out?"
"You don't mean to tell me that you passed out tonight, Ev?" said Harry, as he came over and stood in front of her.
"Well, it's the first time in years, and I can't imagine what caused it. I don't remember much of anything."
"Here, Harry, sit down by me and tell me what you think of my new home. Don't you think it is lovely?"