"Is it you, Steve?"
"Yes. Would you like some tea about five?"
"All right. I've had no lunch and I'll be hungry."
"You know, Jim, I'm not going to provide a banquet for you. Why don't you go out and take lunch?"
"I forgot it. I don't feel like work. Shall I come down and talk to you now?"
"I'm going out to take a dancing lesson in a few moments. I'll talk to you while I'm putting on my hat."
He said "All right," took his hat and stick and went downstairs again.
She opened the door for him, offering him her cool, slim hand, then she opened a hat-box and lifted from it a hat.
"I believe I'll join the Russian ballet," she said. "I do dance very nicely. You should hear what the ballet master says. And Miss Duncan and Miss St. Denis watched me yesterday, and they were very complimentary and polite."
"Nonsense. It's good exercise, but it would be a dog's life for you to lead, Steve. Where is Helen?"