“Yes, you’ve got to take me home in your car! Cissie has left. Don’t you see that I have waited until all the women are gone, and now you are making me ask you for a ride outright?”
“I merely wished to efface myself before the hero of the occasion,” he replied joyfully.
“No need of such consideration. He’s left me to cab it up alone.”
“Have you already had the usual tiff between two collaborators?”
“Oh, no,” she drawled, as the car started with them. “Not at all! But you see, he wanted to push the contract.”
“Ned asked me yesterday to marry him. It would be a convenient arrangement, you know; he could write the plays and I make ’em famous!”
“Don’t put it that way!” Brainard protested quickly. “He’s the best of fellows, and I know that he cares for you.”
“It won’t hurt him, I reckon. Clever boy—my, how big his head will be after to-night, though!”
The young actress yawned, and snuggled under the fur robe.