The light from the Country Club streamed across his feet, and the jangle of the Jazz band broke into his thoughts.

From where he stood, surprised to find himself in civilization, he could see the crowd of dancers through the open windows of what resembled a huge bungalow, at one side of which a hundred motor cars were parked.

He went nearer, drawn forward against his will.

He was in no mood to watch a summer dance of the younger set.

He made his way to the wide veranda and stood behind the rocking chairs of parents and friends.