"Are you going to be a sport, George?" she inquired a little uncertainly as we sat down.
"What exactly does that mean?" I asked.
She looked at me with her head on one side.
"I shan't be popular if you tell mother you've seen me here," she explained.
"But you said all the best people came here," I reminded her. "Where are you supposed to be—officially?"
"Surrey House. I'm going back there in a minute. It was frightfully dull, but we did our best until Mrs. Wemley—it's her ball, you know—had the cheek to come up and say she didn't like to see the one-step done. That put the lid on! These old frumps will be going back to lanciers and barn-dances next. Fatty and I wandered out to smoke a cig. when a taxi drifted providentially by and brought us here."
I got up and looked at my watch.
"And now I'm going to take you back there," I said.
"I must wait till Fatty's sobered down a bit," she answered, looking across the room at her somnolent partner. "If the worst comes to the worst, I can always say that Sir Adolf invited me."
"You're coming now," I said. "It's the price of my silence."