But no beauty, however striking, could under these circumstances, stir Lane's heart.
He was fascinated, puzzled, intensely curious.
"Why wouldn't you dance jazz in front of me ?" he inquired, with a smile.
"Well, for one thing I'm not stuck on it, and for another I'll say you said a mouthful." "Is that all ?" he asked, as if disappointed.
"No.

I'd respect what you said--because of where you've been and what you've done." It was a reply that surprised Lane.
"I'm out of date, you know." She put a finger on the medal on his breast and said: "You could never be out of date." The music and the sliding shuffle ceased.
"Now beat it," said Helen.

"I want to talk to Daren." She gayly shoved the young people ahead of her in a mass, and called to Bessy: "Here, you kid vamp, lay off Daren." Bessy leaned to whisper in his ear: "Make a date with me, quick!" "Surely, I'll hunt you up.

Good-bye." She was the only one who made any pretension of saying good-bye to Lane.

They all crowded out before Helen, with Mackay in the rear.