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"You're a witch, dear lady, you make me forget every other woman I've ever known. We'll drop by Reisenweber's when we leave here, we'll have a drink at the 400, breakfast at Ciro's."
"I go home with my maid. I have no playtime."
"Don't ever say no, dear lady. I have the devil's temper. And I owe you a bite of supper." The smile didn't become him. It slashed his face. "I bet ten thousand that I'd have this dance. Don't pull away, dear."
Had he really said ten thousand dollars? The shock of it made her pull away, wide-awake, aware of the other dancers, of Jack deSaulles with a dark sad-eyed girl but watching her. The minute the music stopped, Jack was beside them. He seized her wrist. Jay walked off with the dark-eyed girl, while DeSaulles implored that she let him take her home. He'd leave with the party, come back for her.
"Jay and I have a bet on. He's won one round, now give me a break. I want to be with you, don't you understand?"
"No," she said, trying to free herself. She hoped Jay O'Brien wrould glance back but it was the girl who turned, saw the clasped hands, and looked quickly away.
"She cares for you. She's hurt!"
"My wife doesn't own me."
"I must change. I have to dance again." She tore away and ran to her dressing room.
"Who those folks out there?" Jenny asked.
To Mae they were visitors from another planet, rounders, rich cafe society. Jack and Jay were both in Wall Street. Others in Otto Kahn's party were business tycoons, men who worked hard and played hard, and play centered about show business. Cabaret had become smart for this gay set, cabaret dancers were social lions and social lions were cabaret dancers. Lew Quinn, pet of the Four Hundred, had sent Joan Sawyer's salary sky high when he danced with her as her partner. Vernon and Irene had danced the Castle Walk down the aisle of a big society wedding in Chicago and started a whole