He smiled, and stood erect as though impelled by an agreeable thought.
"We don't meet very often, Miss Garrison, and this is hardly the place for long conversations; you're busy, too; but I'd like to ask you something."
"Certainly, Mr. Bassett!"
The newest two-step struck up and she swung her head for a moment in time to it and looked out upon the swaying forms of the dancers.
"That's Marian's favorite," she said.
"That afternoon, after the convention, you remember—"
"Of course, Mr. Bassett; I remember perfectly."
"You laughed!"
They both smiled; and it seemed to him that now, as then, it was a smile of understanding, a curious reciprocal exchange that sufficed without elucidation in words.
"Well!" said Sylvia.