"Tons of it, dear lady. They'll have to push me out of this hotel before I consent to go."
"Do you mean it?"
"Militantly—truculently!"
"Are you glad to see me?"
He glanced at her with an odd expression, then turned aside to set his cigarette afire.
"Yes, I'm glad," he said.
She took one of his cigarettes, lighted it, savored it daintily, then leaned back watching mm. Their eyes encountered, and they smiled.
"Where are the others, Diana?"
"Jack and Silvette are at the New Theater. Mr. Rivett and Mr. Dineen are sitting somewhere, cheek by jowl, looking wealthy."
"How does one look wealthy?"