“We are getting on very well,” he said.
“Yes, that’s because you are taking such care to keep my step,” she said, shrewdly. “I can go a little faster, if you like.”
It seemed to him like dancing with a young school-girl, perfectly frank, and almost boyish. Somehow, he found, rather to his surprise, that he was enjoying it. When the music ceased she drew a little breath of enjoyment.
“That was delicious,” she said. “I don’t wonder at people looking so happy at balls! But isn’t it hot?”
“Let us find a cool place,” he said. “You are engaged for this next dance, are you not?”
“Yes, I am; but if the gentleman comes, I’ll tell him that I’m too hot.”
“And he’ll go and shoot himself,” said Trafford, with a laugh.
“Will he?” said Esmeralda. “Now, in Three Star he’d have shot you.”
“Three Star?” asked Trafford.
“The place where I lived,” said Esmeralda, hastily.