"Then you don't like my music."
"Better than your manners."
"I care nothing for manners. I am not a society puppet."
"If you were, perhaps you would have waited to be presented."
"I am Leo Stenak," said he impressively.
If not unduly impressed, Pat was at least interested. She remembered the name from having heard Cary Scott speak of a youthful violinist named Stenak who had appeared at a Red Cross concert the year before and for whom he had predicted a real career, "if he can get over his cubbish egotism and self-satisfaction."
"I've heard of you," she remarked.
"The whole world will hear of me presently," he replied positively. "Where did you hear?"
"From a friend of mine, Cary Scott."
Stenak searched his memory. "I never heard of him. An amateur?"