"Not like that."
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"Would you say it if you did?"
"How do I know?"
"Girls are the hardest things to get anything out of—Elizabeth"—little beads of dampness stood out on Tom's forehead—"Elizabeth, will you, I mean, do you, I mean, would you care——"
"Hurry up there," Peggy called.
"Everybody's supposed to take their places," Bill cried, "come ahead, you two."
"They want us," Elizabeth said, relieved that the tête-à-tête was over.
"We're all introduced," Peggy said, "but Elizabeth."
"Miss Swift, I want you to meet my friend Mr. Stoddard," Tom said, doing the honours.