"Festus is looking around for you. They'll be over here in a minute. No! Don't get up yet. I want you to do something for me."
"What is it, Norrie?"
"I'm not going to feel well, about supper-time."
"Why not?"
"Would you feel well if you'd been in to dinner three times in the last week with Will Douglas, and then had to go in to supper with him, too?"
"But I thought you and Will—"
"I'm tired of having people think," said Miss Elliot plaintively. "Too much Douglas! Yes; I shall be quite indisposed, about one dance before supper."
"I'll send you home."
"No, you won't, Jinny, dear. Because I shall suddenly recover, about two minutes before the oysters arrive."
"Norrie!"