"Is it possible? I have long since been."
She had always been a match for me.
Enter upon the scene (as they say in the play-books) a flurried partner, rather young and tender to be thrown in company with twenty-four years of sparkling femininity. Well, that was his affair; I didn't propose to warn him.
"Oh, here you are!" he cried, brightening. "I've been looking for you everywhere,"—making believe that something was the matter with his gloves.
"Do you know this gentleman?" she asked, pointing to me with her fan.
I felt a nervous tremor. I wondered if she had been waiting for a moment like this.
The young fellow held out his hand; his smile was pleasant and inquiring.
"Wait a moment," she interrupted wickedly. "I am not introducing you. I am simply asking you if you know him."
Wasn't this a capital revenge?