He was about to utter what he conceived to be a strong rejoinder, when the girl suddenly standing up, turned her back upon him and ignored him as completely as she might have ignored any of the menials of the club.
His irritated glance followed hers.

There, far down the drive, just rounding the long turn by the artificial lake, a big blue motor car was speeding up the grade at a good clip.

Van Slyke recognized it, and swore below his breath.
"Wally, at last, damn him!" he muttered.

"Just when I was beginning to make headway with Kate!" Vexed beyond endurance, he drummed on the cloth with angry fingers; but Catherine was oblivious.

Unmindful of the merry-makers at the other tables, the girl waved her handkerchief at the swiftly-approaching motor.