CHAPTER XIX—BOB FORGETS HIMSELF
“Miss Gerald,” said Bob as formally as if he were quoting from one of those deportment books, “may I have the pleasure of this dance?”
Her reply was at variance with what “How to Behave in the Best Society” taught young ladies to say. “Why do you ask?” said Gwendoline Gerald quietly.
“Got to,” said Bob.
“Why have you got to?”
“I promised I would.”
“Who made you promise?”
Bob told.
“Do you have to do what she tells you?”
“In this instance.”