'Not a bit. I did not know society was deep enough to be called a problem.'
' "Glissez, mortels; n'appuyez pas." '
'Well, people do not,' said Wych Hazel.
'And had best not. Nothing is more graceful than the state of bold and brave innocence.'
Hazel mused a little at that, half unconsciously getting up a problem of her own. Was he talking of her 'innocence?' did he, too, see things which she did not? And was this another warning? Yet no one more forward to draw her into round dances than Stuart Nightingale. He began again in another tone.
'You are determined not to dance to-night?'
'Yes. Am I part of the problem?'
He laughed a little. 'You would not be a true woman if you were not.'
'You may as well give up trying to understand me,' said Wych Hazel, gaily. 'Mr. Falkirk and I have been at it for years, and the puzzle is a puzzle yet.'
'Confess, you like to be a puzzle.'