The air was scentless, still, and heavy.
"It's going to be deuced warm," said Tommy.
"Have a smoke ?" said Monck, proffering his case.
The boy smiled with swift gratification.

"Oh, thanks awfully! But it's a shame to hurry over a good cigar, and I promised Stella to go straight back." "A promise is a promise," said Monck.

"Have it later!" He added rather curtly, "I'm going your way myself." "Good!" said Tommy heartily.

"But aren't you going to show at the Club House?
Aren't you going to dance ?" Monck tossed down his lighted match and set his heel on it.

"I'm keeping my dancing for to-morrow," he said.