She retired to the ladies' room, finally, to powder her nose, and when she reappeared it was with added animation and with a new sparkle to her eyes.

When next it came the elder man's turn to dance with her, he caught upon her breath a faint familiar odor, only half disguised by the peppermint lozenge that was dissolving upon her tongue, and he smiled.

Evidently this charmer maintained herself in a state of constant preparedness, and her vanity bag hid secrets even from Buddy.
Where had he seen her?
For the hundredth time he asked himself that question, for amid these hectic surroundings that first haunting suggestion of familiarity had become more pronounced.

But patient delving into the dark corners of his memory was unavailing, and her conversation afforded him no clue.
As time passed the young woman made other trips to the dressing room, returning always with an access of brightness and a stronger breath; she assumed with Gray a coquetry which Buddy did not like.

Buddy, indeed, strongly disapproved of it, but that only drove her to more daring lengths.