Bardacious! agreed his companion.
Byron heard his name called: Dick was advancing towards him.
Hello, old chap!
Hello yourself! cried Byron, grasping his friend's hand. What in the world are you doing here?
Slumming. Brought some friends up with me. Come and sit with us. We've got plenty of gin.
I'd be glad to. I was wondering where I would sit. He hesitated before he inquired. Are you white or coloured tonight?
Buckra, of course. And so are my friends, but they'll be delighted to meet you. They've heard about the New Negro! Dick grinned.
Well, Byron replied, I don't feel very new tonight. I feel more like Old Black Joe. However, I'll do the best I can for your patronizing friends.
Dick was more sober at once. I didn't mean that, he assured Byron. They're not a bit that sort. They honestly, seriously want to meet some people, and I didn't know a soul in the place before you came.
Look at duh spagingy-spagade talkin' wid duh fagingy-fagade, Byron heard a voice behind him say.
Out fo' a little hootchie-pap, Ah pre-sume, another voice commented.
Well, evidently they don't see behind the mask even here, Byron said. He was in a better humour.
Of course not, Dick replied as he took his friend's
