“It’s the most beautiful hair I have ever seen,” he said, in a quiet way that could not possibly offend her. “I always thought it was a pity you did not treat it better.”
“Then you had no business to think about it at all, or to criticise me.”
“A cat may look at a queen. How many dances are you going to give me, now I have risked losing my berth to be here!”
“Perhaps two,” hiding a twinkle in her eyes.
“More,” he answered.
“No,” resolutely.
“I say more.”
“I don’t care what you say.”
“I am going to have my dances all the same,” and he gained possession of her programme.
“I’ve a great mind to cancel the supper-dance, and not have any with you,” trying to look annoyed.