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It made ardent love semi-promiscuously, it
drank rather more than it should, and its desire for a good time
often brought it rather close to the danger line. It did not
actually step over, but it hovered gayly on the brink.
And Toots remained high-priestess of her little cult. The men liked
her. The girls imitated her. And Graham, young as he was, seeing
her popularity, was vastly gratified to find himself standing high
in her favor.
Marion was playing for the stake of the Spencer money. In her
intimate circle every one knew it but Graham.
"How's every little millionaire?" was Tommy Hale's usual greeting.
She knew only one way to handle men, and with the stake of the
Spencer money she tried every lure of her experience on Graham.
It was always Marion who on cold nights sat huddled against him in
the back seat of the Hayden's rather shabby car, her warm ungloved
hand in his. It was Marion who taught him to mix the newest of
cocktails, and who later praised his skill.


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