She sat quite still in her chair, hoping there was more to follow, but she was disappointed.
“How do you amuse yourself here?” Harry inquired, after a pause.
“There is nothing to amuse me,” she replied in her most sophisticated manner. “This is a dull little place for any one who has seen anything of society. It is dreadful never to be able to speak to a lady or gentleman.”
“But there’s your uncle; my mother always says that Mr. Lewis is the finest gentleman she knows.”
This was a new idea, and the girl opened her eyes. “Oh, but he is only an old man,” she rejoined.
“What an age it seems since the ball,” he said, sighing. “I wish there was another coming.”
“So do I.”
“When you had gone I found something of yours—something that I shall not give you back unless you insist upon it.”
“Something of mine? I do not remember losing anything.”