“None whatever,” replied Sigebert. “You'll find him very affable. But don't talk to him about cookery. He dislikes that subject.”
“I'll take care to avoid it,” said Tom.
By this time, the whole party having assembled—guests and inmates of the house—Mrs. Tripp was conducted to the piano by Higgins, and the musicians began to strike up.
Then it was that Zephyrus, who acted as master of the ceremonies, clapped his well-gloved hands, and exclaimed:
“Messieurs, un quadrille—prenez vos dames!”
“That means we're to take our partners for a quadrille. Ma'mzelle,” said Tom, stepping up to Clotilde, “shall I have the honour?”
“Too late, Mr. Tom,” she replied, coquettishly. “Already engaged to Monsieur Zephyrus.”
“Ah, the Chevalier knows how to take care of himself, I perceive!” cried Tom.
“Yes. You'd better look quick, and secure Flora, or she'll be snapped up,” said Clotilde.
Acting on the advice, Tom hurried off, but would have been too late if the thoughtful young lady had not reserved herself for him.