"Just this one dance," Jerry said, "I'll be right back."
She put her cheek against his, softly hummed the tune the band was playing.
"It's nice to have you in my arms," he said.
"It's nice to be in your arms."
He held her closer. They danced well together. So well that when Jerry said it would be better if they did not dance again that night, Hall made up his mind to leave at once. "I can't hang around and watch you dancing with Ansaldo all night," he said.
"Why, Massa Hall," she said, "Ah swain Ah do believe you-all are jealous!"
"Did Duarte give you English lessons in one rumba, too?"
"You're a goof," she laughed.
He took her back to Ansaldo, paid his respects to the Ambassador, and looked for Duarte. The Mexican was talking to the tall young wife of the Vichy Ambassador.
"Felipe," Hall tugged at Duarte's sleeve, "I am afraid that I must go now."