"But I want to hear about it from your point of view. Did anything of any special importance happen? Whom did you dance with?"
There was a sharp questioning look in Mrs. Porter's eyes, that Tom, if he noticed it at all, took in a masculine way to indicate a touch of jealousy.
"No, nothing of any note. I danced with about the same people I do usually. Mrs. DeBruler, I think."
"You think? That's complimentary to her. How was she dressed?"
"Oh, ah; (mentally) 'bl. slk.' Blue silk or black silk, which was it? (Aloud) Blue silk, I think."
"Blue silk! My, she oughtn't to wear blue. What's that card you have in your hand, your program?"
"Yes, I wanted to see whom else I danced with."
"Oh, let me see," Mrs. Porter exclaimed.
"Well, it is—that is, I was just looking for my program. I can't find it. I must have lost it."
"Oh, that is too bad. I wanted to see it. Did you dance many dances?"