“Oh! I don’t know,” said Christina Alberta with an open mind, pausing before him.
“Nothing much doing—what?”
“It’s not a Gala Night.”
“I’m stranded.”
“You must bear up.”
“S’pose you wouldn’t be disposed to come out for a bit and forage around for some fun?” said the young man from Cambridge, taking his courage in both hands.
“Sorry,” said Christina Alberta conclusively, and turned to go on.
“No offence?” said the young man from Cambridge.
“Nice of you to think of me,” said Christina Alberta who would rather have been thought utterly shameless than the least bit prudish. “Good hunting.”
And the young man from Cambridge perceived that he was dismissed.