"Some girl of sorts whom he picked up," said Stephanie; and the pink flush in her face deepened angrily.
"Was she worth it?" inquired Helen, frankly amused.
Stephanie's cheeks cooled; she replied carelessly:
"She had button eyes and a snub nose and her attire was transparent—if that interests you." She rested her elbow on the edge of the box, supporting her chin on her cupped palm.
They were dancing again. Grayson came and took out Helen; a number of men arrived clamouring for Stephanie. She finally went out with Verne, but not liking the way he held her left him planted and returned to the box where a number of hilarious young men had gathered.
Harry Belter said:
"What's the trouble, Steve? I never saw you glum before in all my life!"
"I'm not glum," she said with a forced little laugh, "I'm thirsty, Senior Bacchus! Isn't that enough to sadden any girl?"
Later Helen, returning from the floor, paused beside Stephanie to bend over her and whisper:
"Harry Belter is behaving like a fool. Don't take anything more, Steve."