“Why is it you never ask me?” demanded Lise.
“What chance have I got, against him?”
“He don't own me,” said Lise.
Mr. Tiernan threw back his head, and laughed.
“Well, if you're there to-night, tangoin' with him and I come up and says, 'Miss Bumpus, the pleasure is mine,' I'm wondering what would happen.”
“I'm not going to Slattery's to-night,” she declared having that instant arrived at this conclusion.
“And where then? I'll come along, if there's a chance for me.”
“Quit your kidding,” Lise reproved him.
Mr. Tiernan suddenly looked very solemn:
“Kidding, is it? Me kiddin' you? Give me a chance, that's all I'm asking. Where will you be, now?”