"I shall go to India in six weeks, and never see you again."
"Yes, you will; because Arthur Fenwick is to bring you round to lawn-tennis...."
"That won't make having to go any better. And then when I come back, in ever so many years, I shall find you...."
"Gone to kingdom come?"
"No—married!... Oh no, do stop out—don't go in yet...."
"We ought to go in. Now, don't be silly."
"I can't help it.... Well!—a fellow I know asked a girl to marry him he'd only known two hours."
"What very silly friends you must have, Mr. Palliser! Did she marry him?"
"No! but they're engaged, and he's in Ceylon. But you wouldn't marry me...."
"How on earth can you tell, in such a short time? What a goose you are!... There!—the music's stopped, and Mrs. Nairn said that must be the last waltz. Come along, or we shall catch it."