"First time I've ever seen you indulging in frivolities like this, Jack," he said, letting fall his eye-glass and hunting for his cigarette-case.
"Well, I don't dance, and the conventional alternative is to talk to young women," answered Jack. "I confess that I can imagine less dreary pastimes—for both."
"That depends on the woman. I've spent most of the evening with Babs Neave. My dear, there's plenty of excitement in talking to her! Care to meet her?"
"I'm going home as soon as I've found Lady Knightrider," Jack answered.
"It'd pay you to talk to her for a bit. Let me introduce you! She's awful good fun—doesn't care a damn what she says or does——"
"That's her general reputation," interrupted Jack.
"Oh, you mustn't believe everything you hear about her. She's quite all right really; awful nice girl. Let me introduce you!"
Jack shook his head and took Eric by the arm.
"My dear Deganway, I've no doubt she's everything you say, but I don't care a great lot for the Websters and Penningtons and Welmans and Erckmanns and all that gang that she goes about with. They're such devilish bad style. Good-night."
Deganway grinned maliciously.