“That was grand,” he said. “I’d like another later.”
He went out almost immediately and signalled to a car, parked across the road. Then he went back to the hall. The band had started playing again, and he saw she was dancing with a little guy who kept tripping over her feet.
He sat down at the table. He was used to waiting. At last the dance finished and she went back to her seat.
When the short interval was over he got up and went across to her quickly. She saw him coming and got up with a smile. That was what he wanted. She was already getting used to him.
As he swung her through the crowd he hummed the melody the band was playing. He could sing.
She said, “Nice voice.”
“Nice girl,” he returned, smiling.
She laughed a little. “You don’t mean that, do you?”
“Sure. You’re so nice I can’t believe you’re here on your own.”
She pouted a little. “I haven’t got a regular boy.”