"Yes, but has he got anything to say?"
"Not very much," said Ben. "He isn't quite grown up. Such lots of young Englishmen aren't. I suppose it's this domination of the ball which keeps them boys. French youths, who don't play games, always look so old. But he's very nice and kind."
"I'll bet he didn't try to kiss you in the cab," said Melanie.
"Certainly not," said Ben. "Why should he?"
"So many of them want to," said Melanie. "But the older ones chiefly. All the same," she added, "if you're not careful you'll very shortly have the chance of offering to be a sister to him."
"I wish you wouldn't be so absurd," said Ben. "Your suspicious nature smirches everything. Mr. Harford likes me, I know, but that's all."
"Was he always as smart as that?" Melanie inquired.
"I don't know," said Ben. "I've never seen him in evening clothes before."
"And he made no overtures to-night? Will you swear?"