He looked up at her admiringly. He was only a year from college,
and he had been rather arbitrarily limited to the debutantes. He
found, therefore, something rather flattering in the attention he
was receiving from a girl who had been out five years, and who was
easily the most popular young woman in the gayer set. It gave him
a sense of maturity Since the night before he had been rankling
under a sense of youth.

"Was I pretty awful last night?" he asked.

"You were very interesting. And - I imagine - rather indiscreet."

"Fine! What did I say?"

"You boasted, my dear young friend."

"Great Scott! I must have been awful."

"About the new war contracts."

"Oh, business!"

"But I found it very interesting. You know, I like business. And
I like big figures. Poor people always do. Has it really gone
through? I mean, those things do slip up sometimes, don't they.

"It's gone through, all right. Signed, sealed, and delivered."

Encouraged by her interest, he elaborated on the new work. He even