"It's such luck that you got Hope to come and play with us. I must say you know how to manage people, Jimmy," cried Dolly, gleefully, after she had greeted him.
"Play with us! She's coming to play for us, or for me, the Gungl' waltzes."
"Oh, well, she'll play that duet with me now, and you'll play our accompaniment."
"I shall do no such thing. I am going to play your accompaniment now. Miss Benham isn't coming in until four, and after she plays the waltzes I shall go away. As if I should take advantage of her kindness in such a manner! And how you can think of doing it, I can't understand, Dolly."
"Yes, now begin to find fault with me!"
"Find fault with you! I should think I might. You do such things, Dolly. Last night, now, everybody was looking at you."
"Why shouldn't they? A cat may look at a king, and I had an awfully pretty gown, Jimmy;" and Dolly began to hum the closing bars of the gavotte.
Jimmy saw how she understood, or misunderstood things, and burst out,—
"Look here, Dolly, don't you fancy now that those fellows were thinking of your good looks and nothing else all the time they watched you. I know fellows better than you do. I don't say they didn't like your looks, that they didn't admire you, but I do say they didn't admire the way you went on."
"'The way I went on'? What do you mean?"