“Waltzes?” echoed the mother. “Did you waltz with him, Alice?”
“Everybody else was dancing. He asked me for a turn or two, and of course I did it. What difference?”
“Oh, none—none. Only—I didn't see you.”
“Perhaps you weren't looking.”
“Yes, I was looking all the time.”
“What do you mean, mamma?”
“Well,” said Mrs. Pasmer, in a final despair, “we don't know anything about them.”
“We're the only people here who don't, then,” said her daughter. “The ladies were bowing right left to him all the time, and he kept asking if I knew this one and that one, and all I could say was that some of them were distant cousins, but I wasn't acquainted with them. I would think he'd wonder who we were.”
“Yes,” said the mother thoughtfully.
“There! he's laughing with that other student. But don't look!”