She laughed: "Is that a very gracious way to put it?"
"Probably not.... Where had you been before you appeared at the Regina?"
"To see some moving pictures taken in the South American jungle. It was really wonderful, Clive: there were parrots and monkeys and crocodiles and wild pigs—peccaries I think they are called—and then a big, spotted, chunky-headed jaguar stalked into view! I was so excited, so interested—"
"Where was it?"
"On the middle fork of the upper Amazon—"
"I mean where were the films exhibited?"
"Oh! At the Berkeley. It was a private view."
"Who invited you?"
"Captain Dane."
He looked up at her, soberly: