She silenced him with a snap: "Don't you speak to me! I hate you! I hate all men. The more I know men the more I like——" this reminded her, and she asked anxiously: "Where is Snoozleums?"
Mallory, impatient at the shift of subject, snapped back: "Oh, I left him in the buffet with the waiter. What I want to know is how you dare to——"
"Was it a colored waiter?"
"Of course. But I'm not speaking of——"
"But suppose he should bite him?"
"Oh, you can't hurt those nigger waiters. I started to say——"
"But I can't have Snoozleums biting colored people. It might not agree with him. Get him at once."
Mallory trembled with suppressed rage like an overloaded boiler, but he gave up and growled: "Oh, Lord, all right. I'll get him when I've finished——"
"Go get him this minute. And bring the poor darling back to his mother."
"His mother! Ye gods!" cried Mallory, wildly. He turned away and dashed into the men's room with a furious: "Where's that damned dog?"