“They should not be permitted to be at large!” she told herself bitterly.
“But none of this! I must seem happy, full of spirits, gay. I must sing, I must dance. And then—”
Before a three-story gray stone building the car came to a grinding halt. All the curtains were drawn, but lights shone through the cracks.
“Some sort of club,” she told herself.
If it indeed was a club it was a very little frequented place. She did not see a person beside her escort as, carrying out her well-formed plan, she romped with them up the steps and into a rather large room where there were numerous chairs and a rather large wood-topped table.
At the far end of the room was a broad fireplace and near it were card tables with cards scattered over them.
“A kindergarten for rich play-boys,” Jeanne smiled to herself in spite of her predicament.
Throwing off her dull coat, with an air of abandon she did a dozen fancy steps across the polished floor.
“Oh, look!” exclaimed the tallest of the three play-boys. “Lorena’s a gypsy to-night!”
Truth was, until that moment Jeanne had forgotten her gown.