"You wouldn't want me that way, Porter."

"I want you--any way."

He stopped as the curtain went up, and darkness descended. But
presently out of the darkness came his whisper, "I want you--any way."


They had supper after the play, Leila and the General joining them at
Porter's compelling invitation.

Pending the serving of the supper, Barry detained Leila for a moment in
a palm-screened corner of the sumptuous corridor.

"That girl from New York, Leila--Miss Jeliffe? What is her first name?"

"Delilah."

"It isn't."

Leila's light laughter mocked him. "Yes, it is, Barry. She calls
herself Lilah and pronounces it as I do mine. But she signs her
cheques De-lilah."

Barry recovered. "Where did you meet her?"

"At school. Her father's in Congress. They are coming to us
to-morrow. Dad has asked me to invite them as house guests until they
find an apartment."