"Come on," said Langton; "let's have an appetiser." From the little marble-topped table Peter watched the car drive away.
Julie was laughing over something with another girl.

It seemed to conclude the morning, somehow.

He raised his glass and looked at Langton.
"Well," he said, "here's to reality, wherever it is." "And here's to getting along without too much of it," said Langton, smiling at him.
* * * * * The dinner was a great success--at least, in the beginning.

Julie wore a frock of some soft brown stuff, and Peter could hardly keep his eyes off her.

He had never seen her out of uniform before, and although she was gay enough, she said and did nothing very exciting.