"We are," nodded Diana, "but it won't last, Silvie. It's only my kimono and his thirty-odd years and the unconventionality that attracts him." She strolled about airily waving her fan. "Not that I mind being picked up——"
"Di! You'll give him a perfectly horrid impression of yourself!"
"Why, he knows I didn't mind it. It's past helping now."
"How can a man 'pick up,' as you so disgustingly put it, his own cousin?"
"That was a triumph, wasn't it, Jim?" she asked innocently. "It remained for an Edgerton to accomplish the weird and impossible; but an Edgerton can do anything in New York—n'est ce pas? Bien, sure! Sure, Mike!"
"Diana!"
"Dearest, I feel slangy; and cousin James is so thoroughly a man of the world that he doesn't care. He wouldn't care what I did. I could perform a pas seul or a flip-flap or a cart wheel, and he wouldn't care. It's done in the best circles here, isn't it, cousin?"
"Frequently," he said gravely, "varied occasionally by voloplaning down the banisters."
She looked about her wistfully.
"There are no banisters here. Perhaps there are at the Rivetts'. Do you think it would entertain his guests? You know we are employed for that purpose."