its great, magnified voice, and, the minute before, had told of the men in Lake Superior.
Lew ignored other girls as he pulled Ellen up the stairs, again, after the dance. The radio was roaring, tuned to a jig being broadcast somewhere. A couple of girls were swung to a table-top to clog and jig and kick.
From Lew's arms, in the next dance, Ellen watched the other men; business, some of them represented, undoubtedly; and others, probably not. Di had divulged to her some of the habits of these affairs. The host invited a few men important to him, and filled in with pleasing acquaintances of no business significance but who could be counted upon, with the help of the paid girls, to keep the party going.
There was a very good-looking, quiet, dark-haired young man who had dropped in, evidently, later than Lew and Ellen. He danced but he seemed to be looking on, mostly. He represented business; for Art Slengel was giving him a lot of attention. Slengel also closely followed Lew; indeed, between this quiet young man and Lew, the host oscillated.
Lew lost interest in dancing. He did not want another partner; he dragged Ellen back to the balcony during a dance. They were out of sight of the floor, on the couch in the corner; they were in sight of another couple on the balcony, arms about each other, kissing. The other couple did not care; Lew did not care.
Ellen cared scarcely whether she was seen. She preferred, indeed, to be kept in sight of other people. Lew would like to take her out of sight of everyone. She
