"I believe," she said, "I'm to pose for Miss Davis seated on a winged horse. Isn't that exciting?"
"You'd be delightful on a winged horse," he said.
"Do you think so?"
"I suspect it. What did you do in the Follies?"
"Nothing very interesting. Have you seen the Follies?"
"You ought to know I haven't," he said reproachfully. "Do you suppose I could have forgotten you?"
She rose and dropped him a Florodora curtsey. They were getting on very well. She glanced demurely at the music box. He jumped up and turned it on. The battered disc croaked out a tango.
"Shall I take up those rugs?" he inquired.
"What on earth would Miss Davis say if she found us dancing?"
"She isn't here to say anything. Shall I?"