"All right," said Liosha, liberating herself. "Now I know."
She left me and sailed to the terrace. I use the metaphor advisedly. She had a way of walking like a full-rigged ship before a breeze.
"Ras Fendihook, it's time we were going."
Mr. Fendihook looked at his watch and jumped up.
"We must hook it!"
Barbara asked conventionally: "Won't you stay to supper?"
"Great Scott, no!" he exclaimed. "No offence meant. You're very kind. But it's Ladies' Night at the Rabbits and I'm Buck Rabbit for the evening and the Queen of Sheba's coming as my guest."
"Who are the Rabbits?" asked Doria.
Even I had heard of this Bohemian confraternity; and I explained with a learned inaccuracy that evoked a semi-circular grin on the pink, fleshy face of Mr. Ras Fendihook.