She blushed extremely, glanced at Treherne, and said, not without dignity:—
“It would be a pity to remember all the foolish things I have uttered, especially on that evening.”
“I was not aware they were foolish; the impression left on me was that we had had a very pleasant conversation, which included far more sensible topics than are usually discussed at balls.”
“You do not often go to balls?”
“No.”
“Do you dislike them?”
“Not always.”
“Do you think they are wrong?”
I smiled at her cross-questioning, which had something fresh and unsophisticated about it, like the inquisitiveness of a child.
“Really, I have never very deeply considered the question; my going, or not going, is purely a matter of individual choice. I went to the Cedars that night because Mrs. Granton was so kind as to wish it, and I was only too happy to please her. I like her extremely, and owe her much.”