"Clo, you're angry?"
Clodagh patted the hand that lay upon her wrist.
"Angry, darling? No! Only thinking how wrong you are."
"Wrong?"
"Yes; I know one man who would not dance with me, even if—if I were to offer him a dance——"
She made the confession swiftly, in obedience to a sudden impulse.
Nance looked at her afresh in involuntary curiosity.
"Clo——"
But Clodagh raised her head, in a half-defiant return to reticence.
"Don't mind me!" she said. "After all, no one man should fill anybody's world, should he? Come along! It's half-past nine, and I hear the first carriages."