I want to go home with you." "You drunk ?" queried Amory with intense wisdom.
She nodded coyly.
"Go home with him," he advised gravely.

"He brought you." At this point the noisy man in the background broke away from his detainers and approached.
"Say!" he said fiercely.

"I brought this girl out here and you're butting in!" Amory regarded him coldly, while the girl clung to him closer.
"You let go that girl!" cried the noisy man.
Amory tried to make his eyes threatening.
"You go to hell!" he directed finally, and turned his attention to the girl.
"Love first sight," he suggested.
"I love you," she breathed and nestled close to him.

She _did_ have beautiful eyes.
Some one leaned over and spoke in Amory's ear.
"That's just Margaret Diamond.

She's drunk and this fellow here brought her.