"Not a whit—Musgrave's affair is the most confoundedly clumsy contrivance I ever saw though: I promised to show him Wentworth's Russian sledge some day. Ha! ha! old fellow," continued the Captain as Lord Wentworth entered, "you went and did it, by Jove, though."
"I, how? what do you mean?"
"What do I mean? oh, I like that—why, Wentworth, you have turned that poor girl's head, I'll stake high; all our fellows were talking of it."
"I did nothing, merely danced with a pretty girl—flirted perhaps a little, no more."
"And never took her down to supper? nor spread your cloak over her fair shoulders? nor pressed her to take it home?"
"Bets are ten to one she dies a countess," said Frank, who had meanwhile entered.
"Oh! Frank, what stuff you talk!"
"Well, Floss," said John, "how many fellows did you dance with?"
"I am sure I don't know—how you do tease."
"No wonder! Egad! I believe you danced with every one," said her tormentor.