There was no time for a scene even if he had thought it wise to precipitate one.
"It's only a lobster, you know," she said, with the careless ease of a young woman quite habituated to midnight suppers.
Harwood's frown of annoyance had not escaped her; but it only served to add to her complete joy in the situation.

There were other people about, and music proceeded from a screen of palms at the end of the dining-room.

Having had her way, Marian nibbled celery and addressed herself rather pointedly to Allen, unmindful of the lingering traces of Harwood's discomfiture.

By the time the lobster was served she was on capital terms with Allen.
In his own delight in Marian, Allen failed utterly to comprehend Harwood's gloomy silence.

Dan scarcely touched his plate, and he knew that Marian was covertly laughing at him.
"Do you know," said Allen, speaking directly to Dan, "we're having great arguments at Lueders's; we turn the universe over every day." "You see, Miss Bassett," Allen explained to Marian; "I'm a fair carpenter and work almost every day at Louis Lueders's shop.