"Woke up?"
"Yes. Fred was bathing my face and telling me that I had to pull myself together and go home.... What are you looking at me that way for, Dee?" she concluded plaintively.
"Con, did anything happen?"
"Anything happen?" repeated the other in a dreamy voice. "I—I—don't know."
"You don't know! You must know."
"Yes; I would, wouldn't I? Though I was completely sunk. Anything might have happened," said she, slowly nodding her lovely hair-beclouded head.
"Con! Think!" urged Dee with impatient anxiety.
"I wouldn't care," declared the beauty recklessly. "I'm crazy about Freddie.... But it didn't; no, I'm sure of that now. Freddie's an awfully decent sort, Dee."
"He hasn't too pious a reputation. And when did you take on this sudden hunch for him? I thought it was Emslie."