II.—OUT OF THE HURLY-BURLY
"OUR dance," I said; "and it's no good pretending it isn't."
"Come on," said Miss Middleton. "It's my favourite waltz. I expect
I've said that to all my partners to-night."
"It's my favourite too, but you're the first person I've told."
"The worst of having a dance in your own house," said Miss Middleton, after we had been once round the room in silence, "is that you have to dance with EVERYBODY."
"Have you said that to all your partners too?"
"I expect so. I must have said everything. Don't look so reproachfully at me. You ARE looking reproachful, aren't you?"
I let go with one hand and felt my face.
"Yes," I said. "That's how I do it."
"Well, you needn't bother, because none of them thought I meant
THEM. Men never do."