And because you refused me, you did not like to dance with any one else.

I saw it all.

Will you deny that it was so ?" "Oh, Mr.Fitzgerald!" Poor girl! She did not know what to say; how to shape her speech into indifference; how to assure him that he made himself out to be of too much consequence by far; how to make it plain that she had not danced because there was no one there worth dancing with.

Had she been out for a year or two, instead of being such a novice, she would have accomplished all this in half a dozen words.

As it was, her tell-tale face confessed it all, and she was only able to ejaculate, "Oh, Mr.Fitzgerald!" "When I went there last night," he continued, "I had only one wish--one hope.