Bill was regarding the stranger from the "inside."
"He's not getting noisy drunk," he said. "Seems dopey. Guess she'll hustle him off in a while."
"You guess he's soused?"
Kars' question startled his companion.
"What d'you make it then?"
"He hasn't taken a drink since you pointed him out. Nor has his dame."
Both men continued to watch the mud-stained creature. Nor was he particularly prepossessing, apart from his general uncleanness. His shock of uncombed, dark hair grew low on his forehead. His dark eyes were narrow. There was something artificial in his lounging attitude, and the manner in which he was pawing the woman with him.
"You guess he's acting drunk?" There was concern in Bill's voice.
"Can't say for sure."
The orchestra had started a waltz, and the new dance seemed to claim all the dancers. Alec and Maude were one of the first couples to appear. But the onlookers were watching the stranger. He had roused up, and was talking to his woman. A few moments later they emerged from their table to join the dancers.