He preferred the other girl.

She lured him but not in so pronounced, so flagrant a manner.

The blight of Broadway became more apparent than ever upon his face.

The girl's hand still fluttered upon his sleeve as the music came and dancers shuffled by them.
"Say, you're the actin' kid, all right." She was tapping the floor with the heel of a satin slipper.

He wished above all things that she wouldn't call him "Kid." He meditated putting a little of Broadway's blight upon her by saying in a dignified way that his real name was Clifford Armytage.