She was, in fact, a vibrant young person, and referred gayly to a road house whither Buddy had taken her on the night before and where they had danced until all hours.

She loved to dance.
The elder man played host in his best and easiest style, both at dinner and at the theater; then he passed the burden of entertainment over to Buddy, first cheerfully declaring that he would not be sidetracked and that he intended to impose his company upon the young couple whether they wanted him or not.

This was precisely to young Briskow's liking, and soon they were speeding out to that road house mentioned earlier in the evening.
Buddy drove, with Miss Montague by his side, the while Gray sat alone in the back seat of the car quietly objurgating the follies of youth and mournfully estimating his chances of surviving the night.

Frankly, those chances appeared pretty slim, for Buddy drove with a death-defying carelessness.

By the time they had arrived at their destination, Gray's respect for the girl had increased; she had nerves of steel.
The resort was run on rather liberal principles; a number of flushed and noisy couples were dancing to the music of a colored orchestra.