“Yes, who is he?” Michael wanted to know. “Alice has been trying to rouse me to the depths of my jealous nature about him!”
“Isn’t he fascinating?” Alice observed.
“I can only tell you all,” Ethel Cartwright declared, “that I know him. I met him in Paris a year ago.”
“Didn’t you like him?” Alice inquired.
“I did, very much,” the girl said frankly.
Nora spoke in a disappointed manner. “Well, he’s evidently yours for this week-end.”
“I daresay he won’t even remember me,” the other girl returned.
“Oh, I bet he will,” said Nora, who was able to give Ethel credit for her charm and beauty. “I shall just have to stick around with Monty—a wild tempestuous flirt like Monty!”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Monty said with an air of condescension, “not particularly.”
“It’s time to dress, good people,” Michael reminded them.