The divination of this heightened his interest.
"Well, Daren, you old prune, what'd you think of the toddle ?" asked Helen, as she took a cigarette offered by Swann and tipped it between her red lips.
"Is that what you danced ?" "I'll say so.

And Dick and I are considered pretty spiffy." "I don't think much of it, Helen," replied Lane, deliberately.

"If you care to--to do that sort of thing I'd imagine you'd rather do it alone." "Oh Lord, you talk like mother," she exclaimed.
"Lane, you're out of date," said Swann, with a little sneer.
Lane took a long, steady glance at Swann, but did not reply.
"Daren, everybody has been dancing jazz.

It's the rage.

The old dances were slow.