"I thought it would spoil your dance if I told you; I didn't know what was the matter with the man."
"You are a dear, Godfrey," Nina said, and she linked her arm in mine.
"I am an idiot if you want to call me any names," I replied.
"You were always that," Nina said in the manner which is called playful; "we are just going to see Mr. Ward, who is perfectly charming; won't you come with us?"
"I am going to have a bath, and then I must see Fred."
Nina looked displeased.
"What's the matter with Fred?" I asked.
"He's as perfect as usual," Nina answered, and swung her parasol to show that she was not interested in him.
"We are blocking the street, and you nearly hit a man in the eye with that thing," I said.
"You will be in a better temper when you are cleaner," Nina retorted.