These were young chaps of pleasing exterior who made the progress laughingly.

The five were seated at a table next the dancing space at the far end.

They chatted gayly as the older man ordered importantly from the head-waiter.
Muriel Mercer tapped one of the younger men with her plumed fan and they danced.

Three other selected couples danced at the same time, though taking care not to come between the star and the grinding camera.
The older man leered at the star and nervously lighted a gold-tipped cigarette which he immediately discarded after one savage bite at it.
It could be seen that Vera Vanderpool was the gayest of all that gay throng.

Upon her as yet had come no blight of Broadway, though she shrank perceptibly when the partially bald one laid his hand on her slender wrist as she resumed her seat.