“Tepid in Paris?” she cried.
“Why, yes,” he told her. “Paris can’t always live up to her reputation. I’d been there studying French banking systems so long that I wanted some excitement and joined Steve in his scheme.”
“Oh, Monty,” she said interested, and sitting on the couch at his side, “if it’s really exciting, tell me everything. Are you being pursued?”
He looked at her aggrieved. “Now what do you suggest that for?” he demanded.
“But what is it?” she insisted.
“I can’t tell you,” he said decidedly. “Steve is one of my oldest friends and I promised him.”
“Oh, yes, I’ve heard all about him,” she cried a little impatiently. “You and he went to college together and sang, ‘A Stein on the Table,’ and went on sprees together and made love to the same girls, and played on the same teams. I know all that college stuff.”
“But we didn’t go to college together,” he said.
“Alice said you did,” she returned, “or to school or something together, but don’t take that as an excuse to get reminiscent. I hate men’s reminiscences; they make me so darned envious. I wish I’d been a man, Monty.”
“I don’t,” said he smiling.