"Is it? I wonder where Jim went with that woman! ... I'm horribly thirsty, Oswald."
"Shall we have some supper?"
"Where is it? Oh, down there! What a stuffy place! It's too awful. Couldn't you get something here?"
He managed to bribe one perspiring and distracted waiter, and after a long while he brought a tray towering with salads, ices and bottles.
Helen and Philip Grayson came back and the former immediately revealed a healthy appetite.
"Don't you want anything to eat, Steve?" she inquired. "This shrimp salad isn't bad."
"I'm not hungry."
"You seem to be thirsty," remarked Helen, looking at the girl's flushed face and her half-filled wine glass. "Where is Jim?"
"Dancing."
"With whom?"