I am painfully bashful." "You hide it well," said the hostess, with a smile.
"Escort my sister to a seat, Harry," said Oscar.

"By the way, you two will dance in the first Lancers." "If Miss Maud will accept so awkward a partner," said Harry.
"Oh, yes, Mr.Walton.

I'll give you a hint if you are going wrong." Five minutes later Fletcher touched Oscar on the shoulder.
"Oscar, where is your sister ?" he asked.
"There," said Oscar, pointing her out.
Fletcher, who was rather near-sighted, did not at first notice that Harry Walton was sitting beside the young lady.
He advanced, and made a magnificent bow, on which he rather prided himself.
"Good-evening, Miss Vincent," he said.
"Good-evening, Mr.Fletcher." "I am very glad you have favored the party with your presence." "Thank you, Mr.Fletcher.

Don't turn my head with your compliments." "May I hope you will favor me with your hand in the first Lancers ?" "I am sorry, Mr.Fletcher, but I am engaged to Mr.Walton.

I believe you are acquainted with him." Fletcher for the first time observed our hero, and his face wore a look of mingled annoyance and scorn.
"I have met the gentleman," he said, haughtily.
"Mr.Fletcher and I have met frequently," said Harry, pleasantly.
"I didn't expect to meet you _here_," said Fletcher with marked emphasis.
"Probably not," said Harry.