"Oh, are you?"

"Yes. I hate people who weigh their words--" The color came up finely
into her cheeks.

When Dr. McKenzie returned, Derry found a table, and gave his order.

Jean refused to consider anything but an ice. "She doesn't eat at such
moments," Doctor McKenzie told his young host. "She lives on
star-dust, and she wants me to live on star-dust. It is our only
quarrel. She'll think me sordid because I am going to have broiled
lobster."

Derry laughed, yet felt that it was after all a serious matter. His
appetite, too, was gone. He too wanted only an ice! The Doctor's
order was, however, sufficiently substantial to establish a balance.

"May I dance with her?" Derry asked, as the music brought the couples
to their feet.

"I don't usually let her. Not in a place like this. But her eyes are
begging--and I spoil her, Drake."

Curious glances followed the progress of the young millionaire and his
pretty partner. But Derry saw nothing but Jean. She was like
thistledown in his arms, she was saying tremendously interesting things
to him, in her lovely voice.

"I cried all through the scene where Cinderella sits on the door-step.