wire. Of course I oughtn't to mind, but it's all so obvious. I hate it. It was different with Pat. I liked him, and besides, he was your friend . . . but even then . . ."
"I think girls do have a rotten time of it," agreed Noel.
"It's made me self-conscious," she went on. "This business of matrimony always in the air. As it is, I wouldn't raise a finger to attract any man."
"Not even the right one?"
"Least of all the right one."
Noel got up and stretched himself.
"Well, old dear," he said, "I'll make a prophecy. When you meet the right man—hateful phrase—you'll cut the entanglements, climb the barricades, and give yourself up to the enemy. That is, if I know anything of my sister Judy."
"You don't. But you're an old darling just the same. Are you in or out?"
"Out. Dining at the club with Gordon. His show! But I'm coming home early. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. Only I'm dining with the Bennetts, and they usually send me home in the Heavenly Chariot, so I think I may as well pick you up at the club."
