"And what do you think of that?" challenged Constance as she paused by the threshold.
Dee's answer might have seemed inconsecutive. "You are a beautiful thing, Con."
"Am I? Perhaps it's just as well that I am." There was a grimness in the sweet voice.
"Why that?"
"I'd be out of luck if I weren't."
"The Grants' party must have been a hurrah."
"Not so much. It got too slow for me before two o'clock."
"Did it? Where have you been all night?"
"Motoring."
"You don't look very dusty," observed the shrewd Dee.