Half a dozen people entered in single file. Three young men. Three girls. They were intoxicated. They laughed and spoke in loud voices. She saw by their clothes and their manner that they were rich. Slumming in Coney Island. She smiled at the young men as she had always smiled at such young men, friendlily, impersonally. Hugo did not see their entrance. They came very near.

“My God, it’s Hugo Danner!”

Hugo heard Lefty’s voice and recognized it. The horse was dropped to the floor. He turned. An expression of startled amazement crossed his features. Chuck, Lefty, Iris, and three people whom he did not know were staring at him. He saw the stupefied recognition on the faces of his friends. One despairing glance he cast at Charlotte and then he went on with his act.

They waited for him until it was over. They clasped him to their bosoms. They acknowledged Charlotte with critical glances. “Come on and join the party,” they said.

After that, their silence was worse than any questions. They talked freely and merrily enough, but behind their words was a deep reserve. Lefty broke it when he had an opportunity to take Hugo aside. “What in hell is eating you? Aren’t you coming back to Webster?”

“Sure. That is—I think so. I had to do this to make some money. Just about the time school closed, my family went broke.”

“But, good God, man, why didn’t you tell us? My father is an alumnus and he’d put up five thousand a year, if necessary, to see you kept on the football team.”

Hugo laughed. “You don’t think I’d take it, Lefty?”

“Why not?” A pause. “No, I suppose you’d be just the God-damned kind of a fool that wouldn’t. Who’s the girl?”

Hugo did not falter. “She’s a tart I’ve been living with. I never knew a better one—girl, that is.”

“Have you gone crazy?”

“On the contrary, I’ve got wise.”

“Well, for Christ’s sake, don’t say anything about it on the campus.”

Hugo bit his lip. “Don’t worry. My business is—my own.”

They joined the others, drinking at the table. Charlotte was telling a joke. It was not a nice joke. He had not thought of her jokes before—because Iris and Chuck and Lefty had not been listening to them. Now, he was embarrassed. Iris asked him to dance with her. They went out on the floor.

“Lovely little thing, that Charlotte,” she said acidly.

“Isn’t she!” Hugo answered with such enthusiasm that she did not speak during the rest of the dance.

Finally the ordeal ended. Lefty and his guests embarked in an automobile for the city.

“You know such people,” Charlotte half-whispered. Hugo’s cheeks still flamed, but his heart bled for her.

“I guess they aren’t much,” he replied.