'Tired already, Miss Chevenix?' asked Lady Wilmot.
'Oh, no—I never tire of the waltz when I have a good partner,' replied Bella.
'And Lord Twesildown?'
'Oh, he can't dance a bit.'
'Heavens!—surely you did not tell him so?'
'Well, I hinted as much.'
'Oh, Miss Chevenix, what will he think?'
'He said he thought he would adapt his step to mine, but he had no step to adapt.'
'But to say this to a man of his position!'
The haughty Bella, who resented Lady Wilmot's tone and expression of eye, only fanned herself and laughed, as if she thought an earl's son might be 'snubbed' as well as that of a yeoman.