As Pringle sat down the lights were dimmed again.

Simultaneously the girl he had noticed beyond the fat couple moved over to the seat next to his own.
Pringle did not look at her; and a little later he felt a hand on his sleeve.
"Tut, tut!" said Pringle in a tolerant undertone.

"Why, chicken, you're not trying to get gay with your old Uncle Dudley, are you ?" "John Wesley Pringle!" came the answer in a furious whisper, each indignant word a missile.

"How dare you! How dare you speak to me like that ?" "What!" said Pringle, peering.

"What! Stella Vorhis! I can hardly believe it!" "But it's oh-so-true!" said Stella, rising.