"Are you going to one to-night? Oh, I didn't know."
"It's only a masquerade to-night—and this is to be the cloak over my costume."
"Oh, Christabel dear, why didn't you tell me? But you've a walking dress underneath."
"I am going to start for the masquerade from the other house."
"Will there be dancing? Oh, I wish I could go."
"No, no dancing; but I guess the band will play."
"I love music," she cried, not understanding slang; and I didn't explain it.
"I wish you weren't going, Christabel," she said, kissing me when I was ready to start.
"It will be a long evening and I may wish that too before it's over," I replied, with a feeling that that might well be so.
"You will be here with the news at the earliest possible moment to-morrow, won't you, dear? I am so weary of waiting."