'The Sorceress is in one of her moods to-night,' said Mr. Kingsland. 'Murky. Flashes coming so thick and fast, that I declare I've been winking all the evening.'
'Stephen,' said Miss Kitty, 'if you'll help get up the "Handkerchief" by and by, and get her into the thick of it before she knows where she's going, I'll give you the first pair of blue gloves I can spare.'
'Great offer,' said Mr. Kingsland; 'but to-night the Sorceress prefers walking.'
'Stuff!—who cares what she prefers?'
'Some nine-tenths—and a fraction—of all the men here,—myself included,' said Mr. Kingsland.
'You are the fraction, or you'd manage it,' retorted Kitty.
'It's doubtful if she would dance with you.'
'She will not dance with anybody this night,' said Mr.
Kingsland.
'How do you know?'
'Said so. And what Miss Kennedy has said, she does.'
'Why, she couldn't dance in that long train,' said Molly
Seaton.