"I think I'm going to Henley."
"Going to the Eton and Harrow?"
"I am not quite sure. That was your match, wasn't it?"
The young man blushed afresh.
"Fancy your remembering! Unfortunately it wasn't my match, though; my day out was against Winchester."
"Oh, yes," said Tiny, less knowingly.
"And how are you, Miss Luttrell?"
This had been forgotten, Tiny reported well of herself. Her friend hesitated; there was some nervousness in his manner, but his good eyes never fell from her face, and presently he exclaimed, as though the idea had just struck him:
"I say, mayn't I have this dance, Miss Luttrell—what's left of it?"
"Thanks, I'm afraid I'm engaged for it."