“What good would it do me? I don’t want to get married. I haven’t any one to marry now—that I want.” She glanced at Lester significantly, then looked away.
“Oh, you’ll find some one eventually,” he said, somewhat awkwardly. “You can’t escape for long—not with your looks and money.”
“Oh, Lester, hush!”
“All right! Have it otherwise, if you want. I’m telling you.”
“Do you still dance?” she inquired lightly, thinking of a ball which was to be given at the hotel that evening. He had danced so well a few years before.
“Do I look it?”
“Now, Lester, you don’t mean to say that you have gone and abandoned that last charming art. I still love to dance. Doesn’t Mrs. Kane?”
“No, she doesn’t care to. At least she hasn’t taken it up. Come to think of it, I suppose that is my fault. I haven’t thought of dancing in some time.”
It occurred to him that he hadn’t been going to functions of any kind much for some time. The opposition his entanglement had generated had put a stop to that.
“Come and dance with me to-night. Your wife won’t object. It’s a splendid floor. I saw it this morning.”