"Plenty for all hands."
"A rough party?"
"About the usual, at this house."
"Don't you think you're out of place in that gallery, Dee?"
"Oh, don't lecture me, Bobs," said the girl wearily. "I'm through." But it was another, not Bobs, who was the inspiration of that resolve.
To the other, patient in the sighing darkness, she returned. "She's all right," she informed him. "But it was a close call."
"Scott saved her, I expect," he replied absently. "He knew the method."
"Do you know Cary Scott?" she asked, startled.
He hesitated. "I did once. I should hardly have expected to find him at this kind of an orgy."
"It isn't as bad as it looks," she defended weakly.