“Already? Why I hardly know you!”
“You might get to know me better.”
“Would it be worth while?” she looked up at him, on the verge of laughter. He nodded solemnly. And presently she stopped dancing and led him by the arm out of the room.
“This,” she said, as she sat down in a large gilt-edged arm-chair, “is the most unconventional thing I have ever done.”
“Really? You must be something of a model of excellence.”
“Oh, do you think I could be? I should like to be.”
He wondered how seriously to take this remark.
“Oh,” said she, “you’re a skeptic. You don’t believe any woman is a model of excellence.”
“I have never found one.”
She turned away prettily.