"Here! What you doin'?" he said hotly. "I'll thank you to keep off o' me!"
Old Baldy recovered his balance without being aware what had threatened it, while his elbow, apparently of its own volition, groped for its former pedestal. Noble evaded it, and pushed forward.
"Julia," he said. "I got to say some----"
But the accursed music began again, and horn-rimmed Newland Sanders already had his arm about her waist. They disappeared into the ruck of dancers.
"Well, by George!" said Noble. "By George, I'm goin' to do something!"