'Time, gentlemen, please!' And out go the lights.

Jove, I wonder what they'd think of this at the Continental! Let's--let's have another bottle." The fair-haired girl--Flossie to her friends, Mademoiselle Mermillon until you had been introduced--whispered in his ear.

He shook his head vaguely.

She had her arm round his neck.

He removed it gently.
"We'll have another here first anyhow," he declared.