a chance to wander unchaperoned around the house.
The living-room of the Nu Delta house was so large that it was unnecessary to use the dining¬ room for a dance. Therefore, most of the big chairs and divans had been moved into the dining¬ room—and the dining-room was dark.
Hugh permitted himself to be presented to the patronesses, mumbled a few polite words, and then joined the stag line, waiting for a chance to cut in. Presently a couple moved slowly by, so slowly that they did not seem to move at all. The girl was Hester Sheville, and Hugh had been introduced to her in the afternoon. Despite rather uneven fea¬ tures and red hair, she was almost pretty; and in her green evening gown, which was cut daringly low, she was flashing and attractive.
Hugh stepped forward and tapped her partner on the shoulder. The brother released her with a grimace at Hugh, and Hester, without a word, put her right hand in Hugh’s left and slipped her left arm around his neck. They danced in silence for a time, bodies pressed close together, swaying in place, hardly advancing. Presently, however, Hester drew her head back and spoke.
“Hot stuff, is n’t it?” she asked lazily.
Hugh was startled. whisky.
Her breath was redolent of
“Sure is,” he replied and executed a difficult step, the girl following him without the slightest difficulty.
