Nell suddenly came up and touched him.
"Did you find Molly? Have you told her?" she asked.
"No, I can't get to her," replied Boris; "she's dancing over there with that horrid shepherd; he's only Hugh Pierson, and he doesn't look a bit well. Let's dance by ourselves, Nell; let's forget; 'twasn't nothing but nonsense, I'm sure."
"I can't forget," replied Nell.
"Well, aren't you a little bit hungry? There's lobster and pink champagne in the supper-room. I'm going in for some; I heard Hugh Pierson say it was ripping; come and let's have some."
"I couldn't touch any," said Nell with a little shudder of disgust.
Boris looked at her and gave vent to the faintest of sighs.
"While I'm having my lobster, you could eat a jelly, couldn't you?" he said in the most insinuating of whispers.
"No, I couldn't; I couldn't touch anything. Go and eat if you want to, and then come back to me here. I'm going to stand by that window; perhaps he'll come back and take another peep."
"It couldn't have been him, Nell; you know it couldn't; he's away in London, you know."