Oh, Genevieve—

[He reaches for her hand reverently and this time she seems content to let matters rest.

SHE (making conversation)

I have the next dance with—

[She racks her memory.

HE

Joe, I suppose.

[He rises and crosses to the far side of the centre arch.

SHE (drawing her scarf about her and brushing against him as she passes.)

Excuse me, please.