"Where are the others?" he inquired, rather red at being discovered with such a crew. "You're not alone, are you, Steve?"
"Not now," she said sweetly; and passed her left arm through his and clasped her right hand over it. "Now," she said with an excited little laugh, "I am ready to raise the devil with you. Take me wherever you like, Jim."
The insulted gods gazed upon her with astonishment as she lifted her small head and sent an indifferent glance like an arrow at random among them. Then, not further noticing them, and absolutely indifferent to the button-eyed one, she strolled leisurely out of Olympus with her slightly disconcerted captive and disappeared from their view along the southern corridor. But once out of their range of vision her hot wrath returned.
"It was abominable," she said in a low, tense voice, "—your going off that way, when I told you the whole evening would be spoiled for me without you! I am hurt and angry, Jim."
But his smouldering wrath also flickered into flame now.
"You had Grismer, didn't you!" he said. "What do you care whether I am with you or not?"
"What do you mean? Yes, of course I had him. What has that to do with you?"
He replied with light insolence:
"Nothing. I'm not your husband."
His words fell like a blow: she caught her breath with the hurt of them; then: