The girl hesitated; but among her accomplishments the art of pretty fibs had not been included. The truth had to come out in some shape.
'So far as Mr. Rollo could make it,'—she said at last.
O how Kitty Fisher laughed! and the gentlemen both smiled.
'Why, that is capital!' she cried. 'I couldn't have done better myself!' Wych Hazel blushed painfully; but Rollo's answer was extremely unconcerned.
'I don't always give people a good time,' he said. 'You are fortunate, Miss Kitty. I am impelled to ask, in this connection, how long Mrs. Powder expects us to make our good times this evening?'
Upon comparing watches in the moonlight, it was found that the night was well on its way. There was nothing more to do but to go home.
On the way home, a little bit of talk occurred in the rockaway, which may be reported. Going along quietly in the bright moonlit road, Rollo driving, Primrose suddenly asked a question—
'Didn't you use to be a great waltzer, Duke?'
'A waltzer?—yes.'
'Then what made you not waltz to-night?'