Several days ago." George gulped, and lowered his pride, "I don't--oh, look here! I only want to go to that thing tonight to get to see something of you; and if you don't dance the cotillion with me, how can I?
I'll only be here two weeks, and the others have got all the rest of your visit to see you.
Won't you do it, please ?" "I couldn't." "See here!" said the stricken George.

"If you're going to decline to dance that cotillion with me simply because you've promised a--a--a miserable red-headed outsider like Fred Kinney, why we might as well quit!" "Quit what ?" "You know perfectly well what I mean," he said huskily.
"I don't." "Well, you ought to!" "But I don't at all!" George, thoroughly hurt, and not a little embittered, expressed himself in a short outburst of laughter: "Well, I ought to have seen it!" "Seen what ?" "That you might turn out to be a girl who'd like a fellow of the red-headed Kinney sort.

I ought to have seen it from the first!" Lucy bore her disgrace lightly.

"Oh, dancing a cotillion with a person doesn't mean that you like him--but I don't see anything in particular the matter with Mr.Kinney.What is ?" "If you don't see anything the matter with him for yourself," George responded, icily, "I don't think pointing it out would help you.

You probably wouldn't understand." "You might try," she suggested.