He studied her. But she saw nothing but the big gray man there with the deeply lined face and the pale eyes—her father! Peter noted now that she had her make-up on; an odd effect around those deep blazing eyes.
Then the two were talking—low, tense. Some late comers crowded in, chatting and laughing. Peter edged closer.
“But you shouldn't have come here like this,” he heard her saying. “It isn't fair!”
“I am not here to argue. Once more, will you put on your proper clothes and come home with me?”
“No, I will not.”
“You have no shame then—appearing like this?”
“No—none.”
“And the publicity means nothing to you?”
“You are causing it by coming here.”
“It is nothing to you that your actions are a public scandal?” With which he handed her a folded paper.