"How will he take her?" asked the nester, his eyes quickening.
"In the surrey, I suppose. Why?"
"The surrey will hold four."
She made no pretense of not understanding. Her look met his in a betrayal of the pleasure his invitation gave her. Yet she shook her head.
"No, thank you."
"But why—if I may ask?"
"Ah! But you mayn't," she smiled.
He considered that. "You like to dance."
"Most girls do."
"Then it is because of me," he soliloquized aloud.