"Yes," the girl in black did not need many words with her eyes to talk for her.
"Was it big Lilah and little Leila?" Porter asked.
"No," the dark eyes above the leopard muff widened and held his gaze. "It was dear Leila, and dreadful Lilah. I used to shock them, you know."
The three men laughed. "What did you do?" demanded Porter, leaning forward a little.
Men always leaned toward Delilah Jeliffe. She drew them even while she repelled.
"I smoked cigarettes, for one thing," she said; "everybody does it now. But then—I came near being expelled for it."
The little rose girl broke in hotly. "I think it is horrid still, Lilah," she said.
Lilah smiled and shrugged. "But that wasn't the worst. One day—I eloped."
She was making them all listen. The old men and the young one, and the man at the other table.
"I eloped with a boy from Prep. He was nineteen, and I was two years younger. We started by moonlight in Romeo's motor car—it was great fun. But the clergyman wouldn't marry us. I think he guessed that we were a pair of kiddies from school—and he scolded us and sent me back in a taxi——"