"You are wiser than others," said a voice close by her.
It was Baron Felix; he had thrown himself into a chair, and wiped the perspiration from his brow with a delicate handkerchief.
"Ridiculous to jump about in this heat; I think it is time to stop. And now Helen has relieved Mr. Timm at the piano. That girl has strange notions. Don't you think so, Miss Emily?"
"Perhaps she had no one to dance with."
"Impossible."
"Well, perhaps not the right one."
"C'est-à-dire?"
"The one she likes to dance with."
"I have always been here."
"You do not imagine you are the happy one?"