"Move along now." "If I thought--" began George, but Simmy had slammed the door and was directing the chauffeur where to take his fare.
Half an hour later, Mrs.Fenwick's tables were deserted and the dance was on.

Simmy Dodge, awaiting the moment of dispersion, lost no time in seeking Lutie.

He had delayed his departure for Anne's home, and had been chafing through a long half-hour in the lounge downstairs.

She was dancing with Percy Wintermill.
"Hello, Dodge," said that young man, halting abruptly and somewhat aggressively when Simmy, without apology, clutched his arm as they swung by; "thought you'd gone.

What d'you come back for ?" "I haven't gone, so I couldn't come back," answered Simmy easily.