“What’s the row?” he asked. “Anythin’ up?”
“I’m thinking over my songs.”
“Oh, I see.”
She had silenced him for the moment.
Very soon they were in a long line of carriages and motors moving slowly towards Manchester House.
“Goin’ to be a deuce of a crowd,” said Fritz.
“Naturally.”
“Wonder who’ll be there?”
“Everybody who’s still in town.”
She bowed to a man in a hansom.