"You and Fred? Alone?"
"Yes."
"Con!"
"I know. But I was so sick."
"At the party?"
"No. I wasn't any worse than the rest. Everyone was going strong. Emslie had a wonder!"
"What will he think?"
"He's done his thinking," returned the beauty obstinately. "He pulled a rotten grouch because I danced too much with Freddie at the club, and after we got to the Grants' he wouldn't pay any attention to anything but the punch. Not that I cared. I was enjoying life with Freddie. So we decided to pull out at two o'clock."
"Yes; but if you were all right then——"
"I was until we got into his car. Then the punch hit me. It was the change into the air, I suppose. I went all to pieces, just as we were passing his apartment. So he took me in there. It wasn't his fault. I was terribly sick and then awfully sleepy, and when I woke up——"