"I didn't catch your name exactly." "I didn't catch yours," she replied evasively.
"David Brandon," he said readily.
"It's a pretty name," she said, turning smilingly to him.

The infinite possibilities of making fun of him latent in the joke quite warmed her towards him.

"How unfortunate for me I have destroyed my chance of getting it." It was the first time she had smiled, and he liked the play of light round the curves of her mouth, amid the shadows of the soft dark skin, in the black depths of the eyes.
"How unfortunate for me!" he said, smiling in return.
"Oh yes, of course!" she said with a little toss of her head.

"There is no danger in saying that now." "I wouldn't care if there was." "It is easy to smooth down the serpent when the fangs are drawn," she laughed back.
"What an extraordinary comparison!" he exclaimed.

"But where are all the people going?
It isn't all over, I hope." "Why, what do you want to stay for?
You're not dancing." "That is the reason.