Mr. B. (with a vague notion of implying a complimentary exception in her case). Oh, well, generally—(with the fatal tendency of a shy man to a sweeping statement)—one may be pretty sure of meeting just the people one least wants to see, you know.
Miss R. And so you thought you would probably meet me. I see.
Mr. B. (overwhelmed with confusion, and not in the least knowing what he says). No, no, I didn't think that—I hoped you mightn't—I mean, I was afraid you might—
[Stops short, oppressed by the impossibility of explaining.
Miss R. You are not very complimentary to-night, are you?
Mr. B. I can't pay compliments—to you—I don't know how it is, but I never can talk to you as I can to other people!
Miss R. Are you amusing when you are with other people?
Mr. B. At all events I can find things to say to them.
Enter Another Man.
Another Man (to Miss B.). Our dance, I think?