and all that kind of slop.”

“Giddy darling, don’t be silly.”

Occasionally, too, he said, “Look here, Julia” — she liked this modern method of address — ”look here, Julia, I ought to be getting busy. Doing something. Here I am, nineteen, and I can’t do a thing except dance pretty well, but not as well as that South American eel we met last week; mix a cocktail pretty well, but not as good a one as Benny the bartender turns out at Voyot’s; ride pretty well, but not as well as the English chaps; drive a car — — ”

She interrupted him there. “Drive a car better than even an Italian chauffeur. Had you there, Giddy darling.