"Really," says he, and though I couldn't see him I'd have bet that the mustache and ring was doin' business—"Really," he says, "there's a dreadful lack of cultivated society in this town, Miss—er—"
He held up here, waitin', I judged, for the young woman to give her name. However, she didn't; so he purred ahead.
"There's so few folks," he says, "for a young feller like me—used to the city—to associate with. This is a jay place all right. I'm only here temporary. I shall go back to Brockton in the fall, I guess."
I guessed he'd go sooner; but I kept still.
"Are you goin' to remain here for some time?" he asked.
"Possibly," says the girl.
"I'm 'fraid you'll find it pretty dull, won't you?"
"Perhaps."
"I should be glad to introduce you to the folks that are worth knowin'. Are you fond of dancin'? There's a subscription ball at the town hall to-night."
This was what a lawyer'd call a leadin' question, seemed to me; but the answer didn't seem to lead to anything warmer than the North Pole. The young woman said, "Indeed?" and that was all.