Vincy had not arrived.
The house was crammed to the ceiling.

Gay, electrical music of exhilarating futility was being played by the orchestra.

The scene consisted of model cottages; a chorus of pretty girls in striped cotton were singing.

The heroine came on; she was well known for her smile, which had become public property on picture post-cards and the Obosh bottles.

She was dressed as a work-girl also, but in striped silk with a real lace apron and a few diamonds.