"It took you three dances," he grumbled as he sucked one of his fingers.
"Well, I got them!" she exclaimed fiercely. "Now let me see you do something."
For answer, he coolly pinned one of the badges against her snow-white gown and stepped back to study the result.
"Now we belong," he commented as he affixed the second badge to the lapel of his coat. "Of course, it makes us just like common folks, but we can't be particular, considering what we're after. Did your partners happen to notice that they'd been frisked?"
Rosalind forbore to answer; she was outraged and incensed.
"Remember, now!" he cautioned. "We're both on the committee. What we say goes. And if you try to run out on me, look out, ma'am."
Her figure stiffened perceptibly.
"Not afraid?" he asked.
"I'm rather inclined to believe that you are," said Rosalind coldly.
"Come on, then," said the boatman.