She was talking gaily with the youth on whose arm her hand lightly rested.
"Who is he ?" asked Mrs.Linforth.
Sir John raised his shoulders.
"I am not concerned," he replied.

"The explanation is amusing itself, as it ought to do, being only eighteen.

The explanation wants everyone to love her at the present moment.

When she wants only one, then it will be time for me to begin to get flurried." He turned abruptly to his companion.

"I would like you to know her." "Thank you," said Mrs.Linforth, as she bowed to an acquaintance.
"Would you like to dance ?" asked Sir John.