“Where are you going?” I asked.
She did not answer me.
“To Tempest’s!” I said. She did not reply.
“Well I don’t know what you can see in him,” I continued.
“Indeed!” said she. “He’s as good as most folk——” then we both began to laugh.
“Not,” she continued blushing, “that I think anything about him. I’m merely going for a game of tennis. Are you coming?”
“What shall you say if I agree?” I asked.
“Oh!” she tossed her head. “We shall all be very pleased I’m sure.”
“Ooray!” said I with fine irony.
She laughed at me, blushed, and ran upstairs.