Young Haight drank his Apollinaris lemonade through a straw, Geary sipped his ale, and Vandover fed himself Welsh rabbit and Spanish olives with the silent enjoyment of a glutton.

By and by, when they had finished and had lighted their cigars and cigarettes, they began to talk about the last Cotillon, to which Vandover and Haight belonged.
"Say, Van," said young Haight, tilting his head to one side and shutting one eye to avoid the smoke from his cigar, "say, didn't I see you dancing with Mrs.Doane after supper ?" "Yes," said Vandover laughing; "all the men were trying to get a dance with her.

She had an edge on." "No ?" exclaimed Geary, incredulously.
"That's a fact," admitted young Haight.

"Van is right." "She was opposite to me at table," said Vandover, "and _I_ saw her empty a whole bottle of champagne." "Why, I didn't know they got drunk like that at the Cotillons," said Geary.

"I thought they were very swell." "Well, of course, they don't as a rule," returned Vandover.