Orson forgot himself enough to comment to Tudie, "Your brother doesn't seem to be enjoying himself."
"Poor boy, he's heartbroken."
"Why?"
"He's so disappointed with Em."
"I can't see anything wrong with her."
"Evidently not; but have you heard her?"
In a sudden access of rage Orson stopped short in the middle of the swirl, and, ignoring the battery of other dancers, demanded, "In Heaven's name, what's the matter with the girl?"
"Nothing, I should judge from the look on your face after your close inspection."
"Oh, for pity's sake, don't begin on me; but tell me—"
"Talk to her and find out," said Tudie, with a twang that resounded as the music came to a stop. "Oh, Em—Miss Terriberry, this is Mr. Carver; he's dying to meet you."