He looks too deuced comfortable," drawled Stevenson.
I smiled.
"If he isn't engaged he will be before morning," remarked Kitty, smiling at me.
"Indeed, and to whom, pray ?" I inquired.
"How should I know?
Indeed, how should you know?
Any one of a dozen--first one you see--first one who sees you; because you are tall, and can dance." "I hardly think I should dance." "Of course you will dance.

If you refuse you will be put in irons and taken out to-morrow and shot.

It will do you no good to sit and think, poor boy." "I have no clothes," I protested.
"Johnson will have your boxes out in time.

But you don't want your own clothes.

This is _bal masque_, of course, and you want some sort of disguise, I think you'd look well in one of Matt's uniforms." "That's so," said Stevenson, "we're about of a size.